I Refuse to Divorce!

She resisted, and he forcefully pinched her cheeks.

It hurt, and a bruise formed after a while.

In a moment, her stockings were taken off and thrown to the end of the bed.

Mason pressed against her lips, murmuring like a lover, "I won't let you go. I never liked her. I have reasons I can't avoid. Be obedient, okay? We were so happy not long ago..."

Zoe's black hair spread on the snowy white sheets.

Her clothes were disheveled. She was vulnerable and helpless.

She looked at Mason, her voice slightly trembling. "Mason, don't do this."

His eyes darkened. "What do you mean?"

Zoe's lips kept trembling.

"We are still married. You don't want any scandals, right? Mason, don't push me. If you force me again, I can't guarantee that I won't do something irrational.

"Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, maybe a week later, news of the president of the Lockwood Group being betrayed by his wife will fill all the media in Brookesville. I believe people will be more concerned about whether you've been cuckolded than your other gossip. How will your business associates see you? How will you conduct business in the future?"

Mason didn't get angry. He just chuckled. "Who taught you this? Or did you figure it out on your own?"

Zoe didn't answer.

She stared into his eyes.

Finally, Mason released her. He believed her words. She hated him so much that she might really do it if he locked her in.

She might go find Gregory or Cecil to mess with him.

She was really ruthless.

Be it quick-witted or liberated, Mason didn't like either of them.

He stood up and said in a low voice, "I'll let you go, but I won't get a divorce. Zoe, don't push me too far."

Zoe's body relaxed.

As if in a dream, she safely escaped Mason.

At this moment, she realized that her legs were weak.

Mason walked out of the bedroom, entered the study across the hall, and closed the door. He sat on the sofa, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit it quietly.

A faint smoke rose, blurring his face.

He remembered an evening like this.

His father, carrying a suitcase, was about to leave home. His mother desperately.begged him not to go, but she couldn't keep his father. The man left in a hurry, single-mindedly pursuing the love of his childhood sweetheart, forgetting the predicament of his younger son.

The rain was heavy, swallowing the cries of the child.

Many years later, Mason wondered if that man would still leave if he knew what his little son was facing.

There was movement across the room.

He heard the sound of a suitcase

sliding, followed by Zoe's footsteps downstairs. Later, he couldn't hear any sound, so he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and silently watched.

He saw the maid talking to Zoe and watched Zoe smile lightly before leaving.

She left the villa, carrying the suitcase, just like the day when Westley left.

The last trace of twilight disappeared on the horizon.

Mason still stood there. The maid came upstairs and called him to dinner.

"Sir, dinner is ready!"

Mason lowered his head, looking at the half-smoked cigarette butt in his hand, and asked softly, "Did Madam eat anything when she came back?"

The maid shook her head, "No, she just came back and started packing."

The maid left, and Mason walked into the dressing room.

She also left all his cards.

She just left like that.

This was no different than a divorce.

There was a reason why she couldn't endure it.

Just like she used to say, "Mason, you've become too dirty for me to bear!"