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?”

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

years after you married into the Harper family. I didn’t intend for us

away almost every single thing I have. At the

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

lucky that you still

luxury. Would you still

have never looked me in the eye. You’ve only treated me like a piece of furniture while you lived a

fact that you have azoospermia and pinned it on me for being unable to conceive. Cornelius looked down on me, and the plutocrat ladies in Solana City saw me as a joke.

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

day for too long! You have until tomorrow morning. If you still refuse to sign the papers, I will go to Cornelius

The call ended.

room was as silent as a