Stepping forward, Gregory raised his hand and brushed his thumb across Anathea’s lips.
Anathea was so startled she instinctively tried to back away, but Gregory grabbed the back of her neck with his other hand to
hold her still.
She had no choice but to look up at him.
He was still so forceful that Anathea frowned.
Gregory ignored the resentment in her eyes.
Without giving her any room to resist, he wiped the blood from her lips, his thumb lingering there a little longer than necessary.
Her lips trembled slightly, and she quickly turned her head away.
She didn’t want any contact with him. None.
“Anathea,” he said. His voice was deep and low, carrying a natural authority that made her heart tighten. “There was a time when I thought about divorcing you too.”
Anathea froze for a second.
Gregory pulled a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his suit jacket.
It was the divorce agreement she’d given him, but it wasn’t blank. Both her signature and Gregory’s were already on it.
Anathea’s eyes flickered.
So he had signed it?
Gregory caught the brief spark of hope in her eyes and let out a cold laugh. “Looks like you really want this, huh?”
She was just dying to get away from him!
Under his dark, heavy gaze, Anathea pressed her lips together. Without hesitation, she reached out toward the divorce papers- her ticket to freedom, the thing she’d dreamed of for so long.
Just as her fingers were about to touch the paper, Gregory suddenly smirked and he ripped the entire document to shreds right in front of her.
Anathea widened her eyes.
The torn pieces floated down like snowflakes.
“No! No…” Anathea tried to grab them, but they slipped through her fingers. She couldn’t even catch one.
It felt as if all that hope–which had been so close she could almost taste it—had been nothing but an illusion.
He’d signed it. And then, just to punish her, he’d destroyed it right in front of her eyes. How cruel could he be?
“Anathea, unless I say it’s over, don’t even dream about divorcing me,” he uttered, staring right at her.
Each word from him was like a chain, locking her in.
Without his permission, she wasn’t going anywhere.
That was what this was–his revenge.
He was tearing up her last bit of hope, making sure she knew she could never escape.
“Gregory, you’re a monster!” Anathea glared at him, her eyes burning red with anger and pain.
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“Me? Monster? And you’re what, innocent?” Gregory sneered.
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He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You think you’re fooling me? You’re throwing a tantrum just so I’ll give you a ‘bit of attention.
“Well, congratulations. I’ve announced to the whole world that you’re my wife. From now on, you’re officially Mrs. Sinclair. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”
Gregory leaned closer, his voice dripping with contempt.
“I’ve given you everything you wanted, so why are you still pretending? Are you trying to squeeze even more out of me? Anathea, don’t get too greedy, or you’ll end up with nothing,” he warned.
Anathea felt as though a thousand needles were piercing her heart
So, this was how he saw her. In his eyes, she was just a scheming woman using divorce as a bargaining chip to get more out of
him.
She wasn’t even surprised anymore. It didn’t matter to her what he thought of her now. She stared at the little scraps of paper scattered across the bed, studying them until her eyes ached.
Finally, she looked up at Gregory and said hoarsely, “I’ll walk away with nothing.”
She didn’t care about money, status, or anything else, as long as she could get away from him.
Her absolute determination made Gregory’s face instantly darken.
Grabbing her jaw again, he tightened his grip. “Anathea, you better not regret this,” he uttered dangerously.
