His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

148 I Want A Divorce

"I won't agree to divorce you," he said firmly.

"I can't live with you as a wife anymore." I stared at him. "You scare me."

"From now on, I won't restrict your freedom, you can do whatever you want," he said in a negotiating tone, "I won't force you to do anything and I won't interfere in your personal affairs. But you have to come home every night so I can see you. You're still Mrs. Logan, and our relationship will last until the day we die. This is my final compromise to you."

He paused for a few seconds, his golden eyes gleaming with cold coldness.

"I don't mind locking you up again. Don't test my patience."

"So I should thank you for your generosity?" I looked at him coldly.

"Yes, you should say thank you to me," he said. "After all, it is my kindness that has been given to you. And you are ungrateful."

It sounded so familiar, like something Mikeal once said to me.

"Thank you for your kindness, Daley," I said against my will.

This time, the suicide was like a farce. I reflected on my childish behaviour in silence. Anyway, the good news is that Daley finally gave in, and I kind of won in a way.

Hond on. I keep telling myself.

If I can avenge him one day, I will——maybe there will be a day.

The rest of my day with Daley was strange, and he sent me back to Vickie's manor. I thought I could use the opportunity to ask Vickie for help, but she wasn't at the manor. No one would tell me where she was. Daley had replaced the servants at the manor. Even Kohl, who's been taking care of Vickie, is gone.

Now Rita is the housekeeper of the manor, and she manages the servants as well as my daily life. Sometimes she would take time to chat with me, but most of the time she was the one who started the conversation. She'd put in a good word for Daley every time, but I never responded.

I listened to her in silence, and I sat in the middle of the garden like Vickie used to. I like the warm feeling of the sun on my body. I am afraid to go back to the house. Whenever night falls, there is always an inexplicable chill sweeping over my body.

Is that Frade's ghost?

Daley would come back after I fell asleep, and sometimes I could feel him standing by my bed. I could smell the coldness in him. His cold fingers touched my cheek like feathers, and I could hear his helpless sigh.

And I never opened my eyes to him. I can't forgive him for killing Frade. One night, I tried to hide the dagger and stab him in the heart when he came back.

However, the moment he approached me, I found that I couldn't do it. I held the dagger in my arms until he left.

Tears always wet my pillow.

I can't tell if I'm crying for Frade or Daley. After a week of this torment, I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to step out of the gate of the manor. I wanted to breathe fresh air. Maybe I should hide myself in the crowd.

I didn't report my whereabouts to Daley, but when Rita heard I was leaving, she immediately assigned two bodyguards to follow me, and she told me it was on Daley's orders.

Much as I hate it, I may not even get a chance to go out if I refuse. So I had to take the two bodyguards with me.

I let the driver drive to the downtown shopping mall. To free my mind, I decided to go on a shopping spree.

I walk into every fashion store, and the moment I see something I like, I have the salesperson bring it to me, and the two bodyguards become my porters. They followed me with bags and bags, and I didn't stop shopping until their hands could no longer carry the extra bags.

Two bodyguards shoved all the shopping bags into the trunk of the car one by one, while I stood idly by and watched them work. I glanced around the parking lot and saw a silver-grey car drive past me.

I inadvertently saw the reflection of a man's side face in the rearview mirror. Although only a glance, the face in the rearview mirror was so familiar.

Am I wrong?

A bodyguard interrupted my train of thought and asked me where I was going next. I thought about it and told him I was going to a bar nearby. The bodyguard's eyes hesitated for a second, then he helplessly opened the car door for me.

Maxing out the credit cards Daley gave me isn't going to make me feel any better. Alcohol is the best painkiller.

The driver pulled up outside a nearby bar, and two bodyguards joined me inside. I went straight to the bar and asked the blonde waiter for a Martini. Two bodyguards were sitting at a table not far from me, their eyes looking around and then back at me.

I hate being watched like that. It makes me uncomfortable. Maybe I should call Liv. I feel like I haven't seen her for days. As a friend, I have a lot to say to her.

So I took out my phone and dialled Liv's number, but it went straight to voice mail. I wondered, then called Mark, and the same thing happened.

I suddenly felt very uneasy. Did they all disappear?

"Here's your Martini," the waiter says, pushing a Martini in front of me, his voice deliberately muffled.

"Someone is waiting for you in box 13. Go down the corridor to the last room at the end."

My heart was pounding. Who was waiting for me?

A strong curiosity caught me, but the two bodyguards were looking at me. How do I get rid of them?

"Do you have strippers here?" I asked the waiter. "I want to order some service for the two gentlemen over there, you know."

The waiter gave a knowing smile and immediately called the bar manager. Soon there was music in the bar, and two sexy dancers in thongs wriggled towards the bodyguards. I slipped away while they were confused.

I followed the directions of the waiter to the 13 boxes. When the door was opening, my heart beat faster and faster. Who the hell is in there?

The door opened and I walked into a dark room. A figure came towards me from the corner.