Zara's POV
I was running out of breath. My hands tried to free my neck that was mercilessly clawed by Xander but he wasn't ready to let go of me.
Clenching his jaw tightly, Xander scoffed, "I won't like to have a bad wife like you. I just can't f*****g tolerate you. So, better sign these divorce papers right now."
I coughed incessantly when Xander freed his hold over my neck and harshly dragged me to his desk. Slapping the papers on the desk and forcing me to hold the pen, he tried to pressure me to sign the divorce papers.
"Just f*****g do what I say, if you don't want to die, Zara!" He warned me, his hold over my hand holding the pen tightening.
I shook my head and left the pen loose. I said, "No, Xander, I can't sign the divorce papers."
In the next instance, his big palm was back
