You Scorned My Love, So Why Are You Kneeling When I Asked for a Divorce?

"It was a male server. He must have been bought off. I still remember his face. If you find all the male servers from that night, I can identify him."

Yvonne Thorne was eager to prove her worth, spilling everything she had seen.

That night was their university’s anniversary gala.

Because Sterling Corporation had donated two academic buildings to the university, the board of trustees had Holly Sinclair, the student representative, go and offer Tristan Sterling a toast.

Holly Sinclair didn’t drink alcohol herself, so she carried a glass of juice and a glass of red wine over to Tristan Sterling.

But along the way, a server bumped into her lightly, and a little bit of juice spilled on her dress.

She casually placed the red wine and juice on the server’s tray and took the napkin he offered to wipe the stain from her dress...

It was then that the server took the opportunity to swap out the red wine.

Yvonne Thorne saw it all but didn’t say a word.

Because she had always hated Holly Sinclair.

It was obvious someone was trying to set Holly Sinclair up, and of course, she wasn’t going to help her.

’I can identify him...’

Hearing this, a flash of panic crossed Vivian Linton’s eyes.

’No!’

’I can’t let Yvonne Thorne identify that server!’

Because she was the mastermind who had bribed the server.

Two years ago, even though she was Tristan Sterling’s girlfriend, she hadn’t enjoyed any of the sweetness that came with the title.

Tristan Sterling had never even touched her, let alone kissed her.

The most they had ever done was hold hands.

She had originally planned to endure it for another two years, but her father couldn’t wait any longer.

The Linton Group was drowning in debt and on the verge of bankruptcy.

So, Mr. Linton ordered her to get Tristan Sterling into bed and get pregnant—to use the child to marry into the wealthy family.

She didn’t dare disobey and could only secretly look for an opportunity.

Finally, on the day of the university anniversary, her chance came.

She knew Tristan Sterling detested being schemed against, so the whole affair had to look like it had nothing to do with her.

When she heard the board of trustees ask Holly Sinclair to offer Tristan Sterling a toast, she bribed a server...

Just as she had hoped, Tristan Sterling was drugged.

But what she never could have imagined was that the one who ended up in bed with Tristan Sterling was that bitch, Holly Sinclair!

She had gone to all that trouble, only to pave the way for Holly Sinclair.

Every time she thought about it, Vivian Linton would grind her teeth in hatred.

Suddenly, the sound of police sirens grew closer.

"You called the police?"

The moment she heard the sirens, Yvonne Thorne’s composure shattered, and her expression turned frenzied once more.

She was truly terrified of being beaten again!

The sound naturally triggered a stress reaction.

"No—AH!" Holly Sinclair sensed Yvonne Thorne was about to lose control and tried to calm her down.

But it was too late.

"Why? Why did you call the police? I don’t want to be taken back! I don’t want to!"

Yvonne Thorne screamed, her eyes filled with terror, as her arm tightened around Holly Sinclair’s neck and the knife in her hand swung wildly.

Holly Sinclair was being choked to the point she could barely breathe, but she didn’t dare struggle.

She feared that if Yvonne Thorne became agitated, she might just slash her neck with the knife...

If that happened, not even the gods themselves could save her.

Tristan Sterling was burning with anxiety.

His gaze was locked on the knife in Yvonne Thorne’s hand, ready to leap forward and rescue Holly Sinclair at any moment.

In that instant, seeing Holly Sinclair in danger, he wished he could take her place.

Tristan Sterling had just tried to take a single step—

"Don’t come any closer!"

—when Yvonne Thorne spotted him and shrieked at the top of her lungs.

"Yvonne Thorne, if you let Holly Sinclair go, I promise you’ll be safe!"

Startled, Tristan Sterling immediately stopped, holding his hands out in a placating gesture.

’You’ll be safe...’

Those three words were incredibly tempting to Yvonne Thorne, whose desire to live was overwhelming.

"Really?"

Her eyes lit up, and the hand holding the knife slowly began to lower.

But who would have thought—

"Of course it’s true, Yvonne. Don’t make another mistake. Let Holly go. Tristan will get you the best lawyer. Even if this is considered kidnapping and attempted murder, you won’t be sentenced for long—"

Vivian Linton said persuasively, her face a mask of concern.

But every word she said was stepping on one of Yvonne Thorne’s triggers.

Hearing the word "sentenced," her hand, which had been lowering, shot back up.

She pointed the tip of the knife at Tristan Sterling, her face contorted as she roared, "Stay back!"

Vivian Linton sounded like she was trying to help, but she was actually fanning the flames. "Yvonne, calm down! Put down the knife! The police will be up here any second—"

"Vivian Linton, shut your mouth!"

Holly Sinclair roared, glaring daggers at the malevolent Vivian Linton.

’She’s trying to use Yvonne Thorne to kill me!’

Sure enough, the moment Yvonne Thorne heard the word "police," she was scared out of her wits.

"No! I’m not going back to prison! I’m not going to be beaten again! I won’t!!"

Yvonne Thorne shrieked mournfully as she swung the knife in her hand.

Tristan Sterling found the right moment, kicked Yvonne Thorne’s knife-wielding wrist, and pulled Holly Sinclair toward him with his other hand.

Yvonne Thorne cried out in pain as the knife flew from her grasp.

At the same time, the force of Tristan Sterling’s kick sent her staggering back several steps.

Right into a spot within Vivian Linton’s reach.

"Ah! Don’t kill me!"

Vivian Linton let out a terrified scream and, with a violent shove, pushed Yvonne Thorne, who hadn’t even had time to react.

The force was so great that it sent Yvonne Thorne straight over the unprotected edge of the roof.

"Ah!"

"AHHH—"

Vivian Linton and Yvonne Thorne screamed at the same time.

Vivian Linton fell to the ground.

Yvonne Thorne fell from the building.

"Vivian!" Tristan Sterling rushed toward Vivian Linton.

"Yvonne Thorne!!" Holly Sinclair, on the other hand, ran to the edge.

’No!’

’Yvonne Thorne can’t die!’

’She still has to help me expose the mastermind who drugged Tristan Sterling!’

Holly Sinclair reached out, trying to grab Yvonne Thorne, but her hand only grasped at empty air.

Her eyes widened in horror as she could only watch helplessly as Yvonne Thorne fell...

...and fell...

THUD!

A dull, heavy thud shattered the tranquility of the night sky.

A sinful but living soul.

Was extinguished just like that.

...

Yvonne Thorne was dead.

After pushing Yvonne Thorne off the roof, Vivian Linton fell to the ground and fainted.

「The Hospital.」

"SOB... Tristan, I killed someone... I killed someone... SOB, SOB..."

After waking up, Vivian Linton sobbed in Tristan Sterling’s arms, still shaken from the ordeal.

Tears streamed down her face, a pitiful sight to behold.

"It’s over. It’s all over. Don’t be afraid. It was just self-defense. It’s not your fault."

Tristan Sterling gently patted Vivian Linton’s back, comforting her in a low voice.

"Really? It’s really not my fault? SOB..."

Vivian Linton lifted her tear-streaked face, looking at him with a heart-wrenching expression of someone dying from guilt and self-blame.

"It’s not your fault. She was trying to hurt you. Pushing her was just a natural reaction. She got what she deserved!"

"I wanted to save her, Tristan. Yvonne was my friend. Even though she did something wrong, I always hoped she could turn over a new leaf... I was trying to persuade her to turn back from the brink, but I never thought she would try to hurt even me... SOB, SOB..."

Vivian Linton began to cry even more sorrowfully.

"It’s okay now," Tristan Sterling soothed her patiently.

BANG!

A loud crash.

The door to the hospital room was kicked open violently.

Tristan Sterling and Vivian Linton both whipped their heads around toward the sound.

They saw Holly Sinclair, her face an icy mask and radiating a murderous aura, charging straight for Vivian Linton.