Sweet Divorce

Chapter 3 Stay with Me in the Hell

Her heart quivered after she heard Liam's answer.

She went blank for a few seconds, and then questioned him.

"Why?"

'It was so obvious that he did not like her. In other words, he was so disgusted with her. Why he refused to divorce her?'

He stared at her with his piercingly cold eyes, and said, "You killed my Joey. I won’t forgive you and I must torture you."

Although she wasn’t legally responsible for Joey's death, he was going to make Rita pay the price in his own way.

"I was framed at that time. I was a victim as well. I once did love you, but it cannot be my sin. You cannot blame me for that."

Rita contradicted with firmness.

She had been keeping these words bottled up for so long that she finally spoke out today. She felt an indescribable sense of relief in the moment.

However, the next second, her chin was pinched. She felt that her jaw would be crushed. It was deeply hurt.

Liam pushed his face towards her and said, "Did I wrong you?"

They stared at each other, and Rita trembled a little due to his grumpy air.

She was not the only one who was nervous. Even the servant standing next to him were sweating because of Liam's grim face.

In the three years that the butler had been with Liam, the butler had never seen him look so livid, though he was usually of a cold disposition.

He looked like he was going to kill someone!

She was aware of an air of danger.

She evaded his scrutiny and forced her fear out of her mind.

She raised her head up without batting an eye, "I do not think you've wronged me. What I have said is the truth."

Her response made him angrier.

However, he was amazed by her unyielding determination to argue for herself. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

'The way she acted like now was much interesting than the way she would had only bowed her head and kept silence.'

But it cannot change her image in his mind.

"When I was sorting out Joey's belongings, I found the message that you sent my hotel room number to her. How do you explain that?"

It was because of the message that Joey saw him having sex with the other woman at hotel and then left in a fit of pique, which made her die of car accident.

His tone was cold.

The coldness of him raged through the narrow space like twelfth-level storm.

She lapsed into silence.

Rita could not explain the message.

But she was definitely sure that she never texted Joey.

As for who texted Joey and who intrigued against her, she would find out sooner or later.

But now she could not answer the question.

When facing his question, she was not reconciled to bite her lips, her hands clenched into fists, and her nails embedded in her flesh.

He watched all her petty actions, and his temper became fiercer.

"There was exact evidence. How do you explain it, Mrs. Wilson?"

She lapsed into silence again.

Only Rita knew how much taunts and abhorrence was contained in his words.

She was so reconciled but could not do anything. She almost bit her lips hurt.

"From the moment you killed Joey, you are doomed to have a bad life! Don't you want to spend the rest of your life with me? Then you can stay with me in this dark hell for the rest of your life!"

When he said that, there was no expression on his face; but his grim air made others tremble uncontrollably.

He loosened Rita and shoot the butler a glance.

The butler immediately understood his command, caught Rita together with another servant and brought her to the second floor.