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?”

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

ill-treated you all these years after you married into the Harper family. I didn’t intend for us

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 need

handicapped. You’ve lost your shares

just a useless man. You’re lucky that you still have air in your

Would you

was your wife by name. But you have never looked

conceive. Cornelius looked down on me, and the plutocrat

married you! Without the Harper family as your crowning

sign the papers, I will go to Cornelius and reason with him.

The call ended.

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