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“Kristopher!” Belinda cried out, a hint of desperation in her voice. As he reached to remove her underwear, she
could no longer contain herself. “Do you remember that | just had a miscarriage ten days ago? If you want to kill
me, just do it directly. There's no need to degradelike this!”
Her words nearly erupted into a scream.
She had once thought of Kristopher as a decent and responsible husband, despite his lack of affection.
But now, she realized that he lacked not only love but also respect and care for her as his wife.
His indifference was clear. He showed no concern for her well-being or dignity, especially now as he overpowered
her, driven by his disregard and the contentious divorce she insisted on.
Her voice, tinged with tears, caused Kristopher to halt his forceful embrace. His large hand, which had been
around her waist, froze. He looked down into her angry, tear-filled eyes. The burning desire in his gaze
extinguished immediately.
After a tense silence, he frowned and muttered, “I'm sorry.”
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“You don’t need to apologize to me,” Belinda retorted, pushing him away and straightening her clothes. Fighting
back tears, she declared, “Just sign the divorce papers. This isn’t a tantrum, and I'm not vying for your attention
against Miss Miller.”
She sniffed, took a tissue from the side, and dabbed at her tears. “You were right from the start. | never
consulted you when we got married. It was just my own fantasy. Now that Miss Miller has returned, I'm setting us
both free.”
Kristopher watched the chill in her gaze, his eyebrows knitting together as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket.
Just as he was about to light it, Belinda’s indifferent words flashed through his mind, and he reluctantly put it
back.
He retreated a step and slumped onto the couch, his eyes shadowed with barely noticeable weariness. “I asked
for a divorce before, and you said no. Now you're asking for a divorce because you've decided to let it go?”
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“Is it so wrong to change my mind?” Belinda replied, pulling out her mirror and foundation. She began touching
up her makeup with nonchalance. “People change. | didn’t want a divorce before because | had feelings for
Velen”
“And now?”
Kristopher’s lips curled into a sardonic smile. “You don’t have feelings foranymore?”
“That doesn’t matter anymore,” she stated firmly. “What does matter is that | want a divorce now.”
Kristopher’s frown deepened at the mention of divorce once again.
“We can discuss the divorce later,” he said, leaning back against the sofa with relaxed grace. “Do you remember
what's happening in three days?”
Belinda hesitated for a moment before a sudden realization hit her. “Is it your grandfather's birthday?”
Kristopher scoffed. “I thought you'd completely forgotten. He remembered your fondness for sweet pastries. He
even sent sover today and instructedto bring you to his birthday celebration. Yet here you are,
attempting to sever ties with the Cox family by any means necessary.”
Taking a deep breath, Belinda stowed her makeup mirror and foundation, pulling out her phone to mark the date
three days from now. “I'll be at his birthday.”
Her lapse was perhaps due to the advanced stage of cancer that had recently deteriorated, compounded by her
recent anxieties. She had nearly forgotten Anthony's birthday.
Anthony, the kindest soul in the entire Cox family, had always treated her like his own granddaughter. She
wouldn't dream of missing his birthday, especially since she had only three months left to live. This celebration
might very well be the last birthday of Anthony's she could attend.
“You really should make it this time.”
Kristopher rose, approached Belinda, and took her phone from her hands. With precise movements, he dialed his
number into it.
Once the call connected, he handed it back to her. “Replacing your contact details when you're still unable to
break away from the Cox family is hardly mature.”
With those words, he strode towards the door.
However, as he swung the door open, he was met by the young man who had earlier been speaking with Belinda
on stage.
Upon seeing Kristopher at the door, the young man paused momentarily before sidestepping him and entering
the private room. His voice, laced with concern, asked Belinda, “Everything alright?”
“Your ex-husband hasn't caused you any trouble, has he?”
Kristopher’s gaze immediately darkened, chilling with the frost of the words “ex-husband” spoken by the other
man.
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