Mark Jenna NovelMy 1000th Attempt Worked

Every anniversary, Mark had some twisted surprise for me.

Our tenth? He strutted into the ballroom holding hands with an escort wearing straight up lingerie.

Jenna, she's cold. Hand over your dress.

Then, like that wasn't sick enough: And the lingerie. She likes your vibe.

I clutched my collar, trying to keep it together. He didn't carejust yanked it open. "Cut the act. Your dad sold you to me, remember? That slutty look you used to give meI still see it."

Everyone stared, waiting for me to break.

So I did the one thing I could.

"I want a divorce."

Again.

Mark just laughed and chucked a stack of photos on the tableme, covered in marks, curled in bed, a total mess.

"You say that every year. And every year, you're back in my bed. Think your mom keeps that hospital spot if these get out?"
Chapter 1
The room exploded with laughter.
"Mark, let's bethow long till she crawls back?"
"I'm calling it nowJenna's in your bed tonight, crying to make up!"
"I'm in. Her mom sucks up three grand a daywithout you, she couldn't even afford a cremation!"
The escort flashed a ring in my face, all sugary sweet. "I'm broke, but I'll toss in fiftyshe's not getting that divorce."
I stared at the ring... then laughed.
Pathetic.
Ten years ago, he promised my dad he'd take care of me. Now he's sliding our wedding ring onto some escort just to make me a punchline.
I laughed again, soft and bitter.
God, I was pathetic toofor letting him wreck me this long.
"I already signed the divorce papers. You just need to sign them too."
I'd said "divorce" 999 times.
This was the first time I meant itwith actual papers.
I slipped off the ring, dropped it on top, and held them out.
His face froze. Like he couldn't believe it.
The shadow he used to drag around was walking away.
Then he smirked and tore the papers in two.
"Still playing that card? Not bored yet? You throw 'divorce' around like it's supposed to scare me. I've been over youand this joke of a marriagefor years."
I didn't flinch. Just pulled out an identical copy from my bag. "Cool. Then sign."
He shoved the escort away, ripped off his tie, eyes wild.
"Jenna Jensen, every inch of you is mine. Divorce or not. Who'd even want you? Without me, who's paying for your leech of a dad or keeping your braindead mom alive?"
I didn't say a thing.
Just turned and walked.
Mark grabbed me, slammed me against the window.
Pain shot through meI gasped.

Chapter 2
Then his cold hand slid up my thighright in front of everyone.
I snapped.
Fought like hell and sank my teeth into his arm.
"You some kinda animal?" Mark hissed.
I stared him down. "Don't touch me. You make my skin crawl."
"Oh, I make your skin crawl?" His laugh turned sharp. Mean.
He yanked the papers from my hand and signed with this smug little flourish.
Then barked at his assistant, "Cut off Mrs. Jensen's medical payments. Let Jenna find out what skin crawl REALLY feels like."
He shot me a smug glance. "Your mom's got one week left. Use it to decide if you're crawling back to beg."
He looked so damn sure of himselflike I'd never risk my mom's life.
But Mark...
Back when the nurses kept calling with emergencies, I begged you to visit her. Over and over.
You said, "That old hag's dying? What's your new lie this time? If you want me back, stop cursing your mom."
She died that night. The only person who ever really loved megone.
So no. You don't get to threaten me anymore.
I stared at that arrogant face and said, "Whatever. See you in court next month."
Then I grabbed my small bagpacked days agoand walked out.
I'd already rented a cheap apartment earlier that week. Didn't have much to move, so settling in was fast.
Lying on the bed, finally alone, my phone lit upDad.
I hesitated. Then picked up.
His voice exploded through the speaker. "Jenna Jensen, you got a death wish?! How dare you ask Mark for a divorceget your ass back here!"
I didn't wanna go back.
While Mom was in a hospital bed, Dad was cozying up with Fiona, our neighbor. That house? It was theirs now.
I had no home.
But Mom's urn was still there. And if I was leaving, I wasn't leaving without her.
The second I stepped inbefore I even got my shoes offDad slapped me hard.
He'd kept Mom's death secret just to keep milking money from Mark. Now that I'd filed for divorce, the cash train was done.
He was drunk, barely standing, but the hit landed hard.
I crashed to the floor.
Fiona rushed over, but he snapped, "Don't help her! Her mom dies and she cuts off my money? How am I supposed to gamble now? She's trying to kill me! Ungrateful brat!"
Fiona tried to patch it up. "Jenna, don't be so quick. Mark's a CEO. Most girls would KILL for that. I know it sucks, but the money's real. Being his wife is real."