Sweet Divorce

When Liam Wilson heard what Rita Brown had said, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he violently stretched out his hands for her arms, "What did you say?"

"I say, I'm divorcing you!"

This time, Rita said with extraordinary firmness, and she wanted to shake off the hands on her arms. However, the man clasped her arms tightly.

Gazing at Rita, Liam was eager to see what she was planning in her mind, and his cold and sharp eyes were as if they might penetrate her skin to her heart.

Although he did not know well about Rita, he knew her deep-seated obsession with him.

No matter how he had snubbed and taunted her before, she was always passionate about him.

But today, she was asking for divorce!

It's really rare.

She tried hard to have sex with him, and even made Joey die of a car accident. Marrying him to become Mrs. Wilson and sharing his fortune and power was her goal for long time, wasn’t it?

But now, she suddenly mentioned to divorce. What did she mean?

"Well, what trick are you playing now?" He looked at Rita disdainfully.

He said it in a low voice but his tone revealed his coldness.

people’s scalp numb, and the servant standing

by Liam, Rita was a little

up straightly, "I’m not playing games

Rita

was beyond Liam’s

looked at her, and soon found that something was wrong

him with firmly love in her eyes before, but today she

him was no longer flattering, but with an

in all of

drew his attention back, answered coldly, "It is not you who decide to marry or to divorce. You made great efforts to become my wife at first. Then, in the next three years, one thousand and ninety-five days, as Mrs. Wilson, you must suffer this pain until it is

on her face; nevertheless, she felt a biting cold air of hatred and

shouted agitatedly, "No. I want a divorce. I'm not

want to repeat the miseries of her previous life; she could no longer bear his disgust and indifference towards

must get a divorce. She must keep

and turned

"Stop…."

in the tone of plea and instancy, "Liam, just let

at her abnormal behaviors, he frowned gently and wanted to shake off her hand, but finally did not do so. He wondered whether she really had a fever and got out of her mind. He touched her forehead and found she

for a few seconds, turned, and glanced at the