Can’t Win Me Back

Sylvia wasn’t asking for a divorce. It was more like she had declared war against Preston.

Preston was a money-grubber. His employees thought that he would hit the roof and go on a rampage.

To their surprise, he simply gave a cold reply. “Got it,” he said before leaving everyone and heading upstairs.

This level of calmness was unusual. This peculiar response made them shudder and sent chills down their spine.

Preston had just got into his empty room when he received a call from Sylvia.

“Mr. Preston, you’ve been discharged from the hospital, and you’re about to emigrate overseas to enjoy your later years. Isn’t it about time to put the pedal to the metal and get the divorce settled?”

Sylvia spoke with sarcasm. Every word of hers was choking him. “There’s no meaning in dragging it on. The longer you put it off, the more likely I am to blurt something out of my mouth. If I ended up spewing some nonsense, wouldn’t that just add to your predicament?”

tea table. He had no expression on his face. He started carving on the expensive

never ill-treated you all these years after you married into the Harper

single thing I have. At the end of the day, I’m still a Harper. You need to help retain some of

You’re now handicapped. You’ve lost

useless man. You’re lucky that you still

Would you

disdain and resentment. “All these years, I was your wife by name. But you have never looked me in the eye. You’ve only treated me

looked down on me, and the plutocrat ladies in Solana City saw me as a joke. They said that I was like

it wasn’t because you are a Harper, I wouldn’t have married you! Without the Harper family as your crowning glory, you’d be even worse

you still refuse to sign the papers, I

The call ended.

as silent as a