Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 487: You're Just a Tool Hayden closed the financial morning paper in his hands and placed it on the coffee table. His expression remained unchanged-cold and indifferent as always.

Every tSusan saw that look on his face, she couldn't help but wonder: to Hayden, was a business associate negotiating a contract with him closer to him than she ever was? In all the years they had been together, the times he had smiled at her were so few she could count them on one hand. Even though the feelings between them had long since faded, did he really have to treat her with such an icy attitude? At this point, she wasn't even a stranger to him-she was nothing.

She desperately hoped that the reason he was about to give would have something to do with her. If it did, she could at least convince herself to stay by his side a little longer.

Marcos was nothing more than the final path she could take. Before proposing divorce, she had harbored a shred of hope in her heart-a hope that Hayden might finally care, that he might regret his actions, that he might feel sorry enough to start treating her better.

But Hayden spoke plainly, his tone devoid of emotion.

"First, you've been caught up in numerous scandals recently. If I divorce you now, what will the media write about me? I've just finalized the agreement to take over my grandfather's shares, officially becoming the controlling CEO of Alvarez Holdings. A divorce now would bring immense negative impact to the company. Second, I've always maintained in front of my family that our relationship was genuine. If I divorce you now, my grandfather will undoubtedly suspect that I married you only to deceive him into transferring the shares to me.

So, for these two reasons, divorcing you now is not an option. As I said earlier, if you want a divorce, we'll have to wait until the dust settles." Hearing these cold, clinical reasons from his lips, Susan's eyes widened in disbelief. She had always known this man was emotionally detached, but today, she finally witnessed the full extent of Hayden's indifference.

"What... What did you just say?" "I believe I've made myself perfectly clear. I'm not sure what more you want to hear," he replied, his tone calm but cutting.

Susan suddenly lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar.

"Hayden, do you even have a conscience? Couldn't you have givenat least one reason that had something- anything-to do with me?" Tears streamed down her face.

"For so many years, I've loved you. From the moment I saw you in high school, I fell for you. But life is cruel. Fate played a joke on me, and you fell in love with Aurora instead.

I waited three years for you, and when I finally had the chance to be with you, I thought that after Aurora left, you'd eventually cto love me.

I learned to cook your favorite dishes. I tried to becthe person you wanted. I even refused to accept any roles that involved intimate scenes, not wanting to upset you. I've loved you so deeply, cared for you so much. But to you, what am I, really?" Hayden's expression remained impassive as he listened to her accusations. "Susan, don't you already know what you are to me? From the moment you druggedand forced yourself into my bed, you were nothing more than a tool forto gain those shares." She had known all along why Hayden had stayed with her. But knowing it was one thing-hearing it from his mouth was another. His words cut deeper than she thought possible.

"Yes, I'm your tool," she said, her voice trembling. "But I'm also a woman. I was wrong to drug you, but does that mean I deserve to pay such a heavy price?" Seeing her tears and heartbreak, Hayden felt no pity.

"Susan, everyone must face the consequences of their choices. You chose this path, and you must bear the price. I chose wrong, too, and I'm paying for it every single day." "You're suffering just by being with me?" Susan retorted, her voice rising. "You could've refusedthat night, but you didn't. Everything that's happened is because of your choices. No wonder Aurora chose Julian over you." She knew where to strike to hurt him most. She refused to let herself be the only one drowning in sorrow-he deserved to feel it too.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "Yes, I made my choice," Hayden admitted, his tone colder than ever. "And now I'm reaping the bitter fruits of that decision. You ask why I don't pity you? It's because I hate you. If it weren't for your scheming that night, I would've been engaged to Aurora by now. None of this would have happened. Every day I've spent with you since has been nothing but disgust." The couple who had once appeared so deeply in love before the public now stood here, lashing out with words designed to hurt each other the most.

Susan slapped him hard across the face.

"You're shameless! If I disgust you so much, then divorce me!" "I already told you-divorce is possible, but not now. At least two more months." Hayden stood up, his tone unmoved. He considered the slap her payment for everything.

"You bastard!" Susan screamed.

Hayden's refusal to divorce left her in a predicament. She had already promised Marcos that she would leave Hayden soon. What was she supposed to do now? The more cold-blooded Hayden was, the more Susan found herself drawn to Marcos. The two men were complete opposites.

She thought of Marcos' gentle care last night and compared it to the torment Hayden had inflicted on her. Her resolve hardened.

She would divorce Hayden. No matter what.

Upstairs in his study, Hayden stood by the window, lost in thought, The waught.

woman who had always obeyed his every word now wanted a divorce. What had changed this time? Still, divorce was for the best. He didn't love her. He had grown tired of pretending to be a loving husband for the sake of the media.

Not everyone was born to act, after all. Susan, however, had turned her life into a performance.

He had planned to divorce her after securing the shares anyway. It seemed she had merely beaten him to it.

So be it.

Standing by the window, hands clasped behind his back, Haydem glanced out at the winter sky. He wondered how Aurora was doing in New York. When would she return? He picked up his phone, hesitating for ten minutes before dialing her number.

He wanted to ask her one question: if he divorced Susan, would she give him another chance? But before the words left his mouth, he already knew her answer. How could she possibly agree? Julian treated her so well.

Just a few days ago, photos of Aurora and Julian had circulated on social media. On a luxurious yacht, she wore the sdress she had worn on her 18th birthday.

But unlike that night, she wasn't running for her life. This time, she rested in Julian's lan's arms like a m princess in a fairytale, sharing a kiss as enchanting as a storybook ending.

He would never forget that day. It was her birthday. Opening the safe in his office, he entered her birthday as the code. Inside were four jewelry boxes-one for each of her birthdays since they'd parted.

He had bought her gifts every year but had never given them to her. "Hello?" The familiar voice on the other end of the phone made his heart race.

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