---- Chapter 142 Isuddenly stepped in front of Jonathan, staring straight into his eyes. "Whatever Alicia is to you, that's exactly what Frederick is to me." Tleft it up to him to define it. "So, before you start blaming me, maybe take a look at what you've done." "You're unreasonable," he cut me off and pinned me back against the door, lowering his gaze to meet mine. "You know very well that it's not the same thing." Why wasn't it the same?

When he got involved with someone else, it was somehow justified. But if I had contact with Frederick, then I must have ulterior motives. Was that what he thought? Even if Idid, wasn't he the one who pushed me to that point? This marriage had long since become just a formality. I didn't see him as my husband anymore. So, what gave him the right to interfere with anything I did? Just looking at that arrogant , self-righteous attitude made me furious.

I was about to push him away when he instinctively grabbed my wrist. But the moment his hand touched mine, he realized something and immediately let go, lowering his eyes to the wound on my left hand. In that instant, all the anger and coldness in his face melted away, replaced by fragments of guilt and tenderness. After a ---- long silence, he finally let out a sigh, his grip loosening as he pulled me into his arms. "I'm sorry," he said hoarsely.

"Did I hurt you just now?" The remorse and compromise in his voice only fueled my rage. Iwould have preferred if he'd yelled at me-anything but this fake concern. Was I supposed to be pitied? Was he only being gentle now because he knew I had once tried to end my life? All those years after we got married, I gave him unconditional love. He never once looked back at me. It took destroying myself just to earn a shred of pity. Just thinking about that made me feel sick to my stomach.

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My whole body trembled. "Tt doesn't hurt," I said coldly. "The worst pain has already passed. So now? It doesn't hurt at all." He didn't say anything. He just leaned his head into the crook of my neck, gently brushing against it. "I know you're angry. If letting it out like this helps, I don't mind." His hand moved slowly along my back. "But don't ever do something so stupid again." Stupid? Did he mean dying for him? "Don't worry," I said with a bitter laugh.

"That'll never happen again." It was the answer he should've wanted, but somehow, he tightened his arms around me even more, as if he didn't like what I said. Amoment later, I heard his low voice again. "Go ---- ahead and lash out if you want. At the end of the day, it's just you blowing off steam." He hadn't even finished his sentence when I cut him off.

"If you keep stalling and refuse to divorce me, I will keep throwing tantrums." He immediately let go of me and forced me to lift my face toward him. His intense gaze bore down on meas he remained silent for a long time. And then, finally, I heard his cold voice. "Divorce? Don't even think about it." My hands clenched into fists. "Then I'll file for it myself.

As long as I meet the requirements in the contract, I will divorce you." "For the 100 million dollars, right?" He let out a mocking laugh. "You'd get it faster just by asking me for it." "Tf lasked, would you actually give it to me?" "Of course." He suddenly caressed my cheek. "What have I ever denied you? A house? A car? 100 million in cash? You think I care about that?" "Then why haven't you given it to me?" His cold gaze lingered on me for a long while before he finally let out a sigh.

"You're already dreaming about taking off before finding your footing. If I really let you go... Where would that leave me? How would I ever get you back?"