Chapter b33 /b

    Jonathan still didn’t understand why I wanted a divorce after all this time.

    I suddenly let out ba /bbitter Lugh

    I was chillingly calm as I replied, “I don’t have bany /bfeelings for you anymore. Every day with you feels worse than death.”

    I spoke the cruelest words in the calmest tone possible.

    Sure enough, the intense cloudiness in Jonathan’s eyes seemed to lift, as if my sharp words had sliced right through it.

    He paused for a long time, then gave a halfugh, as if mocking himself. “Fine. If you want a divorce, let’s go by the agreement.”

    Our premiptial agreement stated that if I wanted to initiate the divorce, bI /bbhad /bto pay him 100 million dors inpensation

    I gritted my teeth and decided to go all in. “Do you think I can’t make 100 million dors? I’ll eam it and show you!“.

    Jonathan looked at me coolly, “I’ll wait and see

    “When I earn that money, will you divorce me willingly?” I asked.

    Jonathan Mared at me steadily. “We’ll talk about it once you eam that much money.”

    Anger surged in my chest.

    First, I was angry that he wouldn divorce.Second, I was furious at the way he looked do, bet udfa14121373

    much.

    The truth was, I couldn’t eam that much. Afterall, I had lost my memory, and in my mind, I was still barely an adult. For an 18–year–old like me, 100 million dors was a sum I couldn’t even dream bof /bbeaming/b,

    However, the feeling of being looked down upon was bunbearable/b, and it sparked an intense, inexplicable determination within me.

    I looked at him and said. “Just wait, Jonathan. One day, I’ll bthrow /bthat money in your face!”

    Jonathan scoffed, but he didn’t say anything in response.

    I took a step back and firmly said, “Before that happens, I need you to promise me something.”

    He raised an eyebrow. “Tell me first. I bmay /bnot agree.”

    “First, our rtionship is balready /bbeyond brepair/b. I don’t want to see you, and I certainly don’t want to see Alicia,” I said, pausing for a moment before continuing.” If you insist on keeping me here, then I don’t bwant /beither of byou /bing near me.”

    Jonathan frowned but remained silent.

    After a long pause, he said, “If you don’t want to see her, I’ll make

    With that, be pushed open the door and left.

    I stared at his retreating back, feeling confused. Did he agree or not?

    ice she stays out of your sight.”

    I wanted both of them bto /bbstay /baway bfrom /bme, but he only mentioned Alicia. What about him?

    In the days that followed, Jonathan kept his word and kept Alicia away bfrom /bme.

    He also had someone watch over me, ensuring, I couldn’t leave.

    During the day, he would go bto /bbwork/b. After having dinner with Edward at night, he would return to the room and lie next to me in bed.

    No matter how much I expressed my dissatisfaction, it was as though he didn’t hear a word,

    He would normally talk to me like everything was fine, but as soon bas /bbI /bmentioned divorce or asked him to sleep in a different toom, he would act as if he bhadn’t /bheard a word

    After several protestsb, /blie would threaten me with certain things until I bwas /bbforced /bto bclose /bmy

    my mouth in frustration.

    Over time, I became increasingly withdrawn and bbegan /bspeaking bless/b.

    I had essentially been imprisoned in Ford Manor. Aside from the maid and Jonathan, there was hardly anyone I could talk to.

    I was starting to feel suffocated, bas /bif I was spiraling into depression. A week passed, and I lost ba /bsignificant amount of weight. That night, Jonathany next to me as usualb. /bAs he casually touched my and, he frowned. “How did you lose so

    so much v

    weight?”

    I didn’t answET

    He avoided my questions, and I began avoiding his.

    We fell into a strange cold war.

    Since I didn’t respond, Jonathan bfrowned /bslightly. He tumed me to face him and looked into my eyes. “bHow /blong are you going to keep throwing a tantrum?