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?”

a fruit knife from the tea table. He had no expression on his face. He started carving on the expensive rosewood table

after you married into the Harper family. I didn’t intend for us to get to where we

still have feelings for you. Could we rethink the divorce agreement? You’re taking away almost every single thing I have. At the end of the day, I’m still a Harper. You

dignity? You’re now handicapped. You’ve lost your shares

You’re lucky that you still have

a luxury. Would you still need

was your wife by name. But you have never looked me in the eye.

hid the fact that you have azoospermia and pinned it on me for being unable to conceive. Cornelius looked down on me, and the plutocrat

frank with you, Preston. If it wasn’t because you are a Harper, I wouldn’t have married you! Without the Harper family as your crowning

You have until tomorrow morning. If you still refuse to sign the papers, I will go to Cornelius and

The call ended.

room was as silent