Chapter 7 Let’s Get a Divorce

“Happy now, Vanessa? You finally had your way,” upon seeing Vanessa sitting on the bed, Nathan scoffed with dis- dain.

“What are you talking about?” Vanessa scratched her nose, even more bewildered.

“Drop the act,” he sneered. “You think telling them the truth will change anything? Get real, Vanessa. I’ll never fall for you.”

She widened her eyes, and it took her quite a while before she finally realized what he meant.

He thought she had told Madeline the truth.

But she didn’t.

Instinctively, she wanted to exin. But on second thought, he’d never believed her or even cared about what she had

to say.

Forget it. He could believe whatever he wanted.

Pursing her lips, she stood up and headed to the door.

She didn’t have to go back with him tonight. After all, everyone knew they had been keeping up an act.

She’d go back alone.

However, as she reached the door, someone suddenly mmed it shut from the outside.

She immediately tried to push it, but it had been locked already.

“Vanny, stay here with Nathan tonight.

“Nathan, Madeline said you and Vanny will live here until she gets pregnant. Otherwise, you’ll be cut off without a penny from the family fortune.”

Casey’s voice rang out.

Vanessa felt momentarily speechless.

After knowing she and Nathan had never slept together over the years, this was what his family resorted to?

Forcing them to share the bed?

She patted her forehead and rolled her eyes.

“Congrattions, Vanessa This is exactly what you want, right?” Nathan’s icy voice came from behind her. “You’re literally the most scheming woman I’ve ever seen”

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His resentment toward her grew deeper at her little tricks.

He loathed people with cunning little games the most.

“Your tricks are as cheap as you,” he hissed.

Standing in ce for a while, Vanessa looked up at the ceiling and shrugged.

It had been five years, and she had learned not to care about his snide remarks like this. In fact, she no longer gave a damn how he thought of her,

“Nathan, this is such a waste of time. Let’s get a divorce,” she suddenly smiled and turned around to say, looking all

serious.

“A divorce?” He squinted, his gaze deepening. Then he said scornfully, “Yeah, right. Like you’ll willingly surrender the title of Mrs. Powell and my family’s fortune. Grandma has said you have fifty percent of the family’s shares. All that will go away if we split. You seriously think I’ll buy this crap?”

“I mean it,” she insisted.

He snorted derisively, “Vanessa, you’ve been trying to make me care about you desperately over the years. Come on -you evenmitted suicide twice. Just stop lying, OK?”

The moment those painful memories resurfaced, Vanessa ran her fingers through her hair, and a flicker of anguish shed in her eyes, almost fracturing herposure.

“That was before, Nathan. I’m telling the truth-I’m serious about getting a divorce. If you don’t believe me, forget it,” she sighed with frustration and couldn’t be bothered to exin anymore.

“Just think about how we’re gonna get through these next few days.” Of course, Nathan didn’t believe her. He took off his coat and walked toward the bathroom. The moment the cold water rushed over his head, the shing pain in Vanessa’s eyes suddenly emerged in his mind, causing his heart to twitch.

He didn’t understand. Why would he feel this way?

After the shower, he found her on the sofa, twirling a lock of hair with her left fingers while holding the phone with her right hand. Her voice was sozy and charming, and that smile on her face was simply captivating.

An inexplicable irritation gripped his heart.

He asked immediately, “Who are you talking to, Vanessa?”

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