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

The door to the examination room had opened at some point.

Ian Quincy emerged, pushing Tristan Sterling in a wheelchair.

"Tristan!"

Vivian Linton immediately turned at the sound of the familiar voice.

When she saw Tristan in the wheelchair, tears instantly streamed down her face. She rushed over and knelt by his side, choking out, "Tristan, are you okay? Where are you hurt? You scared me to death..."

She looked utterly heartbroken.

Holly Sinclair stood by with her hands in her pockets, watching coldly.

’Vivian Linton’s acting is as masterful as ever.’

’Look at her, crying her eyes out like that. Anyone who didn’t know better would think Tristan was on his deathbed.’

The contrast couldn’t have been starker.

A hint of displeasure colored Tristan Sterling’s gaze as he looked at Holly Sinclair.

’Her own husband gets into a car accident, and she can be this indifferent.’

’Look at Vivian, she’s cried so much her makeup is nearly ruined.’

’But Holly... she doesn’t seem worried about him in the slightest!’

"What’s all the noise?"

Tristan Sterling bit out the words, but his cold gaze was fixed on Holly’s face.

A smirk played on Holly’s lips. She had no intention of speaking.

’Because Vivian will always make the first move. I know her playbook all too well.’

And sure enough—

"Tristan, don’t blame Holly. It was my fault for making her angry, that’s why she hit me..."

Vivian Linton sobbed pitifully, playing the part of the victim to perfection.

She was the very picture of pitiable beauty.

She even deliberately tilted her head slightly, making it easier for Tristan to see her swollen cheek.

Tristan’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly as his gaze shifted back to Holly.

The smirk on Holly’s lips deepened.

’What’s he looking at me for?’

’Does he want to rake me over the coals?’

’Then again.’

’He’s always been like this!’

’Every time Vivian slings mud at me, he unconditionally takes her side.’

Vivian Linton was thinking the exact same thing as Holly Sinclair.

’Tristan will definitely take my side.’

’He’s been a little cold toward me recently, but because I saved his life, he’s always seen me through rose-colored glasses. There’s no way he could get truly angry with me.’

With this in mind, Vivian shot Holly a triumphant glance.

The look seemed to say: ’Just you wait, you bitch! Tristan won’t let you get away with this!’

"Doesn’t a trashy mouth deserve to be slapped?"

Holly’s lips twisted into a humorless smile as she let out the frosty words.

Tristan Sterling frowned.

He turned his eyes directly to Vivian Linton and asked, "What did you say?"

His neutral tone sent a chill down Vivian’s spine.

"Tristan..." She looked at him in disbelief, her eyes growing redder.

"What did you say?" Tristan’s tone grew heavier.

Vivian knew she couldn’t bluff her way out of this one. She lowered her gaze and mumbled, "I just asked Holly why she was here. Since you two are going through a divorce, I thought... I don’t even know what I said to set her off. She called me a dog and slapped me..."

She wiped away tears as she spoke, looking as if she’d suffered the greatest injustice.

Holly Sinclair glanced at her watch.

"Let’s go!"

She then looked at Tristan Sterling and said coldly.

Vivian’s performance was making her physically sick.

’I really don’t want to torture my eyes and stomach any longer.’

"Go where?" Tristan asked, his tone flat.

"The Civil Affairs Bureau!"

’Good, there’s still time to get it done this afternoon.’

At these words, a look of delight crossed Vivian Linton’s face.

’Is that bitch Holly finally going to divorce Tristan?’

Tristan Sterling’s handsome face, however, grew dark.

His eyes were like a collapsing glacier, so cold it was suffocating.

’Has her conscience been eaten by a dog?’

’I’m in this state!’

’And all she can think about is divorce?!’

"He has a concussion. He can’t be discharged."

Ian Quincy, who had been standing to the side, spoke up leisurely.

A concussion?

Both Holly Sinclair and Vivian Linton looked at Tristan Sterling.

But Holly’s gaze held nothing but irritation.

She said instinctively, "We’re just going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a certificate, it’ll be quick—"

"He needs to be on bed rest right now. He can’t go anywhere."

"He doesn’t have to do anything, he just needs to show his face!"

"A concussion is no joke. If something happens on the way, who will be responsible?"

For every point Holly made, Ian blocked it.

Vivian Linton shot Ian Quincy a dissatisfied look.

’Is he a lackey?’

’Why is he meddling in this?!’

’Just let Tristan and that bitch Holly go get their divorce certificate!’

"I’ll take responsibility!" Holly shouted.

"Can you afford to?"

Tristan Sterling finally spoke, throwing her a frosty glance.

Holly was momentarily speechless.

’If he really died on the way, she couldn’t bear the blame for that.’

’Never mind the fact that Sterling Corporation would be thrown into chaos without him.’

’There was also Grandpa; she couldn’t make him suffer the pain of a parent burying their child.’

"We’ll go tomorrow."

Seeing her speechless, Tristan was satisfied and magnanimously offered her a glimmer of hope.

"Our appointment expires tomorrow!!"

Holly was furious, not the least bit happy.

"Then reapply."

"Reapplying means waiting another month!!"

"What’s wrong with waiting a month?" he huffed nonchalantly.

His look seemed to say: ’You think I’d cling to you? You think too highly of yourself!’

From beginning to end, he maintained a calm and unruffled demeanor.

A stark contrast to her flustered anger.

’Right.’

’He was the aloof and powerful Mr. Sterling of Mistcroft. What kind of woman couldn’t he have? Why would he ever cling to her?’

Holly turned and walked away.

Since things were already decided, there was no use saying more to him.

’It’s fine.’

’It’s only one more month.’

’I can wait!’

...

「In the hospital room.」

"Tristan, why did you lie to Holly? You don’t have a concussion at all."

After Ian Quincy and the others had left, Vivian Linton could no longer hold back. She asked in a trembling voice, her eyes red.

’I can’t just play dumb anymore!’

’I can’t let myself be trampled into the dust just because I’m afraid of upsetting him.’

’I can’t always be on the defensive.’

’While he still loves me, while I’m still in his heart, I have to fight for myself!’

Tristan Sterling pursed his lips, his expression inscrutable.

"Don’t you want to divorce her?" Vivian’s eyes grew even redder, tears glistening on her lashes.

"Vivian, I’ve told you before, Holly and I will not get a divorce!" A trace of displeasure crossed his features.

Clearly, her ’imprudence’ had displeased him.

Vivian understood, but at this moment, she couldn’t be bothered with that.

"But why? Could it be..."

Hurt and confused, her expression suddenly changed as she cried out, "Have you fallen in love with her?!"

’He’s unwilling to let go... Don’t tell me he’s developed inappropriate feelings for that bitch Holly?!’

"Of course not," Tristan denied instinctively.

’It’s impossible for me to love Holly.’

’As for why I don’t want the divorce...’

’It might be because she holds five percent of Sterling Corporation’s shares.’

’It might be because I mistreated her after misunderstanding that she had drugged me, and now I want to compensate her.’

’Or it might be because in my entire life, I’ve never been "dumped" before.’

He had no desire to delve into which "might be" it was.

’In any case, if I don’t want this divorce, it’s not happening!’

Hearing him deny it, hope rekindled in Vivian’s heart.

"Then why? If you don’t love her, why won’t you divorce her? Tristan, you know better than anyone that a loveless marriage is a tomb. Why can’t you just let yourself go and let her go too?"

In her agitation, she gripped his hand tightly and spoke with urgency.