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

She wore a deep-V red gown, the cinched waist accentuating her stunning curves.

Her skin was snow-white and flawless.

She was audaciously beautiful, a stunning and captivating vision.

The contrast was brutal.

Vivian Linton, who had been sparkling just a moment before, was now completely outshone by Holly Sinclair, left leagues behind.

As Holly Sinclair looked over, Tristan Sterling’s eyes met hers.

Their gazes collided in mid-air.

Her expression was cold.

His was furious.

A silent, cold smirk touched the corner of Holly Sinclair’s lips.

’He’s with Vivian Linton.’

’And she was on Brandon’s arm.’

’It was tit for tat. They were even, so what right did he have to be angry?’

’Besides, my relationship with Brandon is completely innocent, unlike the ambiguous mess between him and Vivian Linton.’

Holly Sinclair met Tristan Sterling’s gaze head-on, her own beautiful face showing not a hint of guilt. She was entirely in the right.

When Vivian Linton saw Holly Sinclair, her expression turned utterly foul.

Hatred erupted in her heart like a flash flood, threatening to drown her.

’Her studio was destroyed!’

’That lunatic, Evelyn Morgan, had hired a mob to smash her studio to smithereens.’

’She’d also spread the word that anyone who dared work with her would be making an enemy of the Morgan Family, causing her to lose all her clients overnight.’

’Her dream of becoming a top designer had been snuffed out in its cradle before it even had a chance to bloom.’

’And it was all thanks to that bitch, Holly Sinclair!’

’If she hadn’t discovered the pollen I sprinkled on the qipao, I never would have offended Evelyn Morgan.’

’If I hadn’t offended Evelyn Morgan, my career wouldn’t have been ruined.’

’So!’

’It was all Holly Sinclair’s fault!’

The reception began.

Holly Sinclair stopped looking in Tristan Sterling’s direction.

Tristan Sterling, however, would glare over at them whenever she and Brandon Sterling moved even a little bit closer.

His somber gaze was bone-chillingly cold.

Halfway through the reception, music began to play.

The couple hosting the banquet were the first to enter the dance floor.

The other guests soon followed.

"Beautiful lady, may I have this dance?"

Brandon Sterling gave Holly Sinclair a slight bow and offered her his right hand.

Graceful and gentle.

The corner of Holly Sinclair’s mouth twitched. She silently tried to think of a way to refuse him. "Brandon..."

"Just one dance," Brandon Sterling pleaded with his eyes.

Holly Sinclair was left with no choice.

She had to place her hand in his open palm. "It would be my honor."

With that, the two of them entered the dance floor.

Following Brandon Sterling’s lead, Holly Sinclair began to dance gracefully to the music.

In her red gown, she was a stunning, dazzling sight—unquestionably the star of the dance floor tonight.

Tristan Sterling and Vivian Linton were also on the dance floor.

Seeing Holly Sinclair become the center of attention, Vivian Linton was consumed by a furious jealousy.

’I’m missing a foot. Even with my prosthesis, which allows me to walk just like a normal person, I can never dance with the same fluid grace as Holly Sinclair...’

At the peak of her hatred, she subconsciously glanced at Tristan Sterling.

To her fury, she found his gaze fixed on Holly Sinclair.

There was an unmistakable look of awe in his eyes.

Vivian Linton pressed her lips together tightly.

’She wanted nothing more than to tear Holly Sinclair limb from limb.’

In contrast to Tristan Sterling and Vivian Linton, each lost in their own troubled thoughts, Holly Sinclair and Brandon Sterling seemed to be getting along splendidly.

"Holly, I never knew you were such a good dancer. Have you had lessons?" Brandon Sterling asked, surprised.

A shadow crossed Holly Sinclair’s eyes. After a long moment, she gave a soft "Mm."

’She had indeed had lessons.’

’She’d learned for Tristan Sterling.’

’A man of his status was bound to attend countless receptions and parties.’

’To be worthy of him, to be the perfect supportive partner, she had learned so many skills.’

’Even the things that didn’t interest her, she’d forced herself to master them to a reasonable degree.’

’But it was a shame. No matter how hard she tried, he never seemed to notice.’

Holly Sinclair was so lost in her memories that she didn’t notice the distance between her and Tristan Sterling slowly closing.

"Switching partners."

A cold voice sounded beside Holly Sinclair.

Before she could react, a large hand seized her wrist.

He lifted her arm, spun her, and pulled.

Holly Sinclair’s body spun uncontrollably with the movement, landing her securely in his embrace.

As he pulled Holly Sinclair toward him, Tristan Sterling simultaneously gave Vivian Linton, who had been in his arms, a gentle push.

Caught off guard, Vivian Linton stumbled helplessly toward Brandon Sterling.

Although Brandon Sterling was a bit stunned by the sudden turn of events, he still acted the gentleman and caught Vivian Linton.

He held her loosely and continued to dance.

Vivian Linton was so furious she could have screamed, but she dared not say a word.

When Holly Sinclair came to her senses, her first instinct was to shove Tristan Sterling away with all her might.

"Don’t move!"

As if he’d anticipated her reaction, he tightened his grip on her waist a second before she could act,

making it impossible for her to break free.

Holly Sinclair gritted her teeth. "Tristan Sterling—"

"Shh."

The man’s lips brushed against her ear, his low voice laced with a warning.

Holly Sinclair was furious.

But she knew this wasn’t the time or place to make a scene.

Her entire body went rigid as she was forced to dance with him.

Tristan Sterling lowered his gaze, looking at the cold-faced young woman in his arms, his brows knitting in displeasure.

’She was all smiles and laughter with Brandon Sterling.’

’But with me, she gives me the cold shoulder?’

’Who the hell gave her the audacity to ignore my warnings again and again?’

The more Tristan Sterling thought about it, the angrier he became.

He had intended to demand why she was acting like a couple with Brandon Sterling, but what came out of his mouth was—

"You look beautiful tonight."

Holly Sinclair was rendered speechless.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

Tristan Sterling hadn’t expected to say that either, but what was said was said. He was forthright and didn’t see anything wrong with his statement.

’After all, she *was* beautiful tonight.’

’That was a fact!’ 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"That neckline is too low. You’re forbidden from wearing anything like it again!"

He added immediately after.

It wasn’t a suggestion; it was an order.

’Her beauty is for my eyes only!’

’I won’t allow any other man to see this stunning, captivating side of her.’

Hearing the man’s domineering words, Holly Sinclair found them utterly ridiculous.

’What right did he have to control me?’

’What right did he have to forbid me from doing anything?’

’What standing did he have to criticize how I dress?’

Overcome with disgust, Holly Sinclair couldn’t hold back any longer and gave the unreasonable man a hard shove.

Tristan Sterling didn’t budge an inch.

Instead, it was Holly Sinclair who lost her balance, staggering backward.

Her arm slammed into a decorative piece behind her, tearing a gash in her delicate skin.

Blood gushed from the wound.

"Holly!"

Tristan Sterling’s eyes widened in shock.

He immediately pulled her back into his arms, swept her up by the waist, and strode quickly out of the banquet hall.

The other guests all turned to stare.

The guests in their path instinctively parted to let them through.

Holly Sinclair didn’t want to be held by Tristan Sterling, but she didn’t dare struggle.

’She was afraid if she struggled, she might fall and hurt the baby in her womb.’

"Tristan!"

Seeing this, Vivian Linton immediately let go of Brandon Sterling and started after them.

"Give it up, Miss Linton. You can’t break them apart," Brandon Sterling advised, catching her by the arm.

Vivian Linton was livid. She violently shook off Brandon Sterling’s hand, her voice a furious hiss. "Tristan and Holly Sinclair are getting their divorce papers in a few days!"

"They won’t get a divorce," Brandon Sterling said with a faint, composed smile.

"You’re lying!"

"Holly is pregnant."