His Secret Spoiled Wife (Lily and Alexander) novel Chapter 1787

Faceed with Olivia's questions, Edward only pursed his lips and lightly answered, "No one is forcing me to do this, and you don't have to keep saying that. I know I've wronged you, but it's not good for us to drag this on. We should get it over with."

"Waste time? Is our marriage a bondage to you, now?" She questioned.

"Olivia Hart!" He seldom called her by her full name like this. His eyes were frigid when he raised his head to look at her. "I've said enough, and there's nothing to discuss further. I should’ve let you think I died in Burnwken. I shouldn't have come back to you. That was my mistake. Now, I'm trying to correct that, okay?"

Olivia stared at him intently, trying to find a trace of affection in his eyes, but all she could see was indifference. It broke her heart. Even if he was controlled and brainwashed, his gaze was like a sword through her heart.

Her fingers clenched tightly, and her nails dug into her palms. The stinging pain from her palms matched the stinging in her heart.

"No, you didn't die in Burnwken. You came back. I can't pretend that didn't happen." Olvia took a deep breath, stood up, and picked up the two certificates, shaking them. "I don't care whether or not you still love me, or whatever the reason is, I won't divorce you! If you insist, fine! You can go ahead and sue me! We'll take our time to settle this!"

With that, she turned and left.

There was a glimmer of hope in her heart that he would change his mind and persuade her to stay. However, in the next second, she heard a soft sigh followed by Edward's faint voice. "As you wish."

Those three words immediately broke her. She suddenly turned around and yelled, "Edward Sullivan!"

Olivia looked at Edward in the wheelchair with his back against her. She strode over and pressed her hand on one of the armrests before bending down slightly and staring at the man's side profile. "Isn't it tiring to keep pretending and putting up a front like this?"

"I am tired. That's why I want a divorce." He turned around and looked at her. Each of her words stabbed her heart, one after another. "Is that okay?"

After saying that, he lightly pushed her hands away and pushed himself toward the bedroom blankly while Olivia stood there with tears streaming down her face.

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Late at night, in the vaccine development base’s experimental building, only a warm yellow light shined in the office on the highest floor, making the whole room look hazy and dim.

A small figure stood before the large floor-to-ceiling windows, contrasting considerably. It was a funny sight. The room was silent until a black shadow quietly appeared behind the small figure.

The dark shadow held a syringe, and the needle tip looked terrifying under the warm light. The shadow raised its hand and pointed the needle at the back of the tiny man's neck as if about to pierce him.