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

Ever since she sensed a shift in Tristan Sterling’s feelings for Holly Sinclair, she had secretly hired a private investigator to follow Holly.

So, she had watched a live feed of everything that just happened between Holly and Tristan in the car.

To keep Tristan from sleeping with Holly, she had to deliberately lure those three drunkards over and pretend to be in danger.

’Tristan loves me.’

’He would never let me get hurt, not even a little.’

’Even though I haven’t been on my best behavior around him lately, and he’s a little angry, I know he’ll soften if I just act pitiful.’

When he didn’t answer his phone at first, she had been deeply unsettled, afraid he had grown tired of her.

But thank God!

He came!

’Even though he brought Holly Sinclair with him.’

’But that’s fine. It’s the perfect chance to make that bitch Holly Sinclair open her eyes and see just how much Tristan cares about me, how much he cherishes me.’

The moment she saw him, the knot of anxiety in her chest finally loosened.

’In Tristan’s heart, there’s only room for me, Vivian Linton!’

Holly met Vivian Linton’s provocative gaze with a cold sneer.

She felt nothing at all.

In the past, she would have been heartbroken and resentful.

But now, she no longer loved Tristan Sterling. In fact, she wished nothing more than for that scumbag and his trashy woman to be shackled together forever.

The mocking smile on Holly’s lips made Vivian Linton freeze.

Disappointment welled up inside her.

’What’s that look on that bitch Holly Sinclair’s face?’

’Isn’t she angry? Isn’t she heartbroken?’

’Watching her own husband dote on me, caring for me so deeply—doesn’t she feel like her heart is being pierced by a thousand daggers?’

Vivian Linton desperately wanted to see Holly Sinclair heartbroken and pathetic.

That was the only way to fully satisfy her sense of superiority.

’But why doesn’t the bitch look angry at all!’

It was...

infuriating!

Soon, the police arrived.

The three men were taken away, shouting the whole time that they had been framed.

The show was over. Holly Sinclair turned to leave.

"Holly."

Tristan Sterling instinctively reached out to grab her.

"Tristan!"

But Vivian Linton grabbed his arm, her eyes red and brimming with tears. "Tristan, I feel awful. Can you take me to the hospital, please?"

Tristan Sterling glanced at Holly’s retreating back.

She didn’t even glance back.

’Of course Mr. Sterling would take his precious "one that got away" to the hospital. I should know my place and make room for her.’

Seeing Holly get farther and farther away, Tristan Sterling’s eyes darkened.

He bent down and swept Vivian Linton into his arms.

Vivian Linton’s face bloomed into a triumphant, radiant smile.

’I’ve beaten Holly Sinclair one more time.’

’So what if Tristan desires that bitch? All it takes is a little trick, and I can keep him tied firmly to my side.’

Tristan Sterling carried Vivian Linton to the car.

He placed her in the back seat and instructed Greg, "To the hospital."

"Yes, Mr. Sterling." Greg got into the driver’s seat.

Vivian Linton waited gleefully for Tristan Sterling to get in the car as well.

However—

SLAM!

The car door was shut.

And Tristan Sterling was still standing outside the car.

"Tristan?"

Vivian Linton was stunned. She looked at him in disbelief. "You... aren’t you coming with me?"

Tristan Sterling glanced at Holly’s retreating figure. "It’s late and not safe out," he said. "I’ll take Holly home first."

’Vivian almost got into trouble just now, which means this area might not be safe.’

’So I can’t let Holly Sinclair walk alone in the dark.’

’What if she runs into trouble too?’

"But I..."

Hearing this, Vivian Linton’s whole world seemed to crumble.

Her heart seized in shock. She was about to start crying to play the victim, but the moment she opened her mouth, he had already strode away.

Chasing after Holly.

"Tristan! Tristan!"

Vivian Linton shouted, her face twisting in anger.

Just as she was about to open the door and get out, Greg slammed on the accelerator.

VROOOOM.

The car sped away.

Caught off guard, Vivian Linton was thrown forward by the inertia, and her forehead slammed hard against the back of the front seat.

The pain immediately brought tears to her eyes.

But she didn’t dare scold Greg, so she could only look back toward Tristan Sterling, her frustration simmering.

When she saw him reaching out to grab Holly, she felt like she was about to explode with jealousy.

’That damn bitch, Holly Sinclair!’

’She’s so good at playing hard to get!’

’I really underestimated her. To think she could make Tristan abandon me for her.’

’What a bitch!’

Vivian Linton clenched her jaw, boundless hatred surging in her chest.

’Looks like I need to make my move soon!’

...

「A few days later.」

Holly Sinclair received a call from her grandfather, telling her to go to The Saffron Room at seven that evening to meet Mr. Aldrin.

She didn’t want to go, but she couldn’t bear to disappoint her grandfather after he’d gone to the trouble.

In the end, she still showed up at the restaurant on time.

Mr. Aldrin, who was reputed to be a decent man, had already arrived.

"Hello, Miss Sinclair."

"Hello, Mr. Aldrin."

The two exchanged polite greetings and sat down across from each other.

Mr. Aldrin had refined features and a gentle, scholarly air about him. He seemed quite nice.

But Holly Sinclair simply wasn’t in the right frame of mind for romance.

But since her grandfather had arranged it, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse him outright.

She figured she would just see how it went. Perhaps he wouldn’t be interested in her, which would be perfect.

If he did seem interested, it wouldn’t be too late to turn him down gently later.

The two made small talk for a while, sharing some basic information about themselves.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. She glanced at it.

It was a friend request.

She opened it to find several notifications, all friend requests from Tristan Sterling.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she rejected them all.

That night, after Vivian Linton had nearly gotten into trouble, he hadn’t taken her to the hospital. Instead, he’d insisted on taking Holly home.

She had looked at him as if he were some kind of freak.

Then, unmoved, she had simply hailed a taxi, gotten in, and left him there.

As the taxi pulled away, she caught a glimpse of his face out of the corner of her eye.

It was as black as thunder.

"Holly, what a coincidence."

A sickeningly familiar voice suddenly cut in, pulling Holly Sinclair back to the present.

She looked up and met Vivian Linton’s hypocritical smile.

With Vivian Linton were two designers from Vervain Studio.

’Speak of the devil.’

An icy chill radiated from Holly Sinclair’s eyes, her face practically screaming "Keep Out."

"Holly, is this your boyfriend?"

But Vivian Linton acted as if she hadn’t seen Holly’s unwelcoming expression at all, asking with a warm, friendly smile.

As if they were the best of friends.

"What does that have to... do with you?"

Holly had almost cursed, but she bit her tongue.

With a guest present, she didn’t want to embarrass her grandfather, so she had to maintain some semblance of decorum.

"Don’t be like that, Holly. I just saw you have a new boyfriend, so I wanted to show a little concern."

Vivian Linton’s expression was gentle and friendly, with even a hint of trying to curry favor.

But her emphasis on the word "new" was deliberately leading.

It was meant to imply that Holly was fickle and went through men quickly.

Holly couldn’t take it anymore.

She wanted to grab her glass of water and throw it in Vivian’s face.

But the sudden ringing of her phone saved Vivian Linton’s life.

Holly picked it up; it was her assistant.

It was probably about work.

This was a perfect excuse, as she didn’t want to look at Vivian Linton a moment longer.

She stood up and said to Mr. Aldrin, "Excuse me, I have to take this call."

Mr. Aldrin nodded with a polite, gentle smile.

Holly shoved Vivian Linton out of her way and headed for the restroom.

Vivian Linton stared at Holly’s back, a venomous, cold glint flashing in her eyes.