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?”

knife from the tea table. He had no expression

you married into the

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

handicapped. You’ve lost your shares

You’re lucky that

luxury. Would you

voice full of disdain and resentment. “All these years, I was your wife by name. But you have never

pinned it on me for being unable to conceive. Cornelius looked down on me, and the

have married you! Without the Harper family as your crowning

too long! You have until tomorrow morning. If you still refuse to sign the papers, I will go to Cornelius and reason with him. Don’t make me say nasty things about

The call ended.

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