I Refuse to Divorce!

You could hear a pin drop in the office. Liam was wearing a gold watch on his lean hands, holding a platinum business card. It had his private number on it.

Zoe took it from him gingerly. She stared at him for some time before asking softly, “Why would you help me, Liam? I thought you'd take Mason's side.”

He didn't answer her. Instead, he leaned back on his chair and smoked the cigar wordlessly. Truth be told, he didn’t have a good reason for doing this. If he had to find a reason, then perhaps it was because of what he saw in the hospital that day.

The cuts on her wrists were terrifying to look at and it reminded him so much of the same injuries he had seen on his mother. There was a definite difference between them, though. His mother was determined to die and she had succeeded in her goal.

On the other hand, Zoe was doing everything she could to stay alive. Perhaps that was what triggered his compassion for her.

Zoe was gripping the business card tightly and her palms were sweating when she left Liam's law firm. She returned to Mason's side and seemingly got her glorious life back. However, behind closed doors, she was being tortured horribly.

Still, she rarely entertained the thought of leaving him because she didn't even dare to think of the possibility of it. However, she could now see a glimmer of hope out of the despair that consumed her.

Taking the elevator, she arrived at the ground floor. She accidentally brushed past Cecil when she exited through the revolving door. They could see each other but couldn't come in contact because of the glass panels that separated them.

They were headed in different directions too. She was getting out of the building while he was going on.

Zoe was still holding Liam's business card. She knew exactly who Cecil had come here to meet. She knew he loved her, but she had no choice but to let him down.

It wasn’t because she was married to Mason. It was because Cecil had arrived too late. He had never confessed his love to her and she had never rejected him.

The revolving door was still spinning when the light shone on both of them. Zoe flashed him a faint smile. There was a sense of appreciation and a hint of sadness behind it.

If Mason wasn't around, she could've at least called Cecil without any worries, visited his mother, and made some pizza with her. Both of them were warm, loving people!

However, life was always full unmet expectations.

Cecil wanted to save her from her fate, and she wanted to protect him from being dragged into it.

There was a black Bentley parked by the side of the building, a window lowered to provide its inhabitant an uninterrupted view. Mason sat in the car quietly and watched as his wife checked out the other man. The sense of loss and sadness he saw in her eyes stabbed him right through the heart.

She loved that man.

He didn’t care how she loved him, whether it was platonic or romantic. All he cared about was that she loved that man, and that unsettled him. Searching his memories, he wondered when she last looked at him in the same way.

Was it three years ago?

The chauffeur was terrified by Mason's aura and kept quiet. He thought Mason would flip out and take Zoe away by force.

However, Mason said lightly, “Let's go back to the office. Don’t say a word about this to her.”

Stepping on the gas, the chauffeur drove the black Bentley into the distance.

Mason sat in the rear seat as a ray of sunshine shone through the crack in the window, highlighting his stunning features.

He pondered over Zoe and what love meant for her. His mind traveled to the time when she used to love him, and then to what she said after she returned to him.

“There was no room for love in a marriage, only what people could get out of each other.’

That was what he thought as well, initially.

He paid a heavy price to get her to come back to him. At first, he thought he only needed a lady with whom he could sate his lust and take to public functions, but he realized that he wanted more than that. He wanted Zoe's love.

He wasn't so naive as to think that he could buy her affections. If that were true, then he wouldn't be having this issue now.