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

Last night, Wendy Wyatt was taken into police custody.

She had hurriedly sought help from Justin Schofield, only to be told bail was not an option.

This was because Vivian Linton was insisting on pressing charges against Wendy Wyatt for intentional injury.

Justin Schofield’s cousin quietly told them that the matter depended on Tristan Sterling’s attitude...

The implication was—

Tristan Sterling held Wendy Wyatt’s fate in his hands!

If he insisted on pursuing the matter, Wendy Wyatt would face criminal charges.

Holly Sinclair, fraught with worry, arrived at the front desk.

"Hello, I’d like to see your CEO. Could you please help me—"

"Holly Sinclair?"

"Megan Grayson?"

Holly Sinclair spoke politely, but when the receptionist looked up, they both froze.

It was Megan Grayson.

Holly Sinclair was astonished.

’For years in the Sterling Family, Megan Grayson had lived by the standards of a top socialite, from her food and clothing to her expenses. How could someone so pampered and spoiled be working as a receptionist at Sterling Corporation?’

’In her eyes, wasn’t this kind of job the most degrading and humiliating one possible?’

When Megan Grayson saw Holly Sinclair, her eyes immediately went wide.

A torrent of new and old hatreds instantly flooded her heart.

She hated Holly Sinclair’s guts!

’It was all her fault!’

’If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be here at Sterling Corporation, suffering like this.’

’When my second cousin found out I had embezzled Holly Sinclair’s living expenses, he not only docked my allowance for a year but also ordered me to intern at Sterling Corporation.’

’And I had to start from the bottom, with the hardest and most exhausting work.’

’Here, not only do I have to run around serving tea and water, but I also have to put up with my supervisor’s moods.’

’That’s because my second cousin told my supervisor to be extra hard on me.’

’So now I’m working like a dog every day, and whenever I make a mistake, I get chewed out right to my face...’

’In all my life, I’ve never been so humiliated!!’

’And it’s all thanks to Holly Sinclair!’

"What are you doing here?"

Megan Grayson glared at Holly Sinclair like a fighting cock, her face a mask of deep-seated resentment. Her tone was anything but polite.

Holly Sinclair knew Megan Grayson disliked her, but today the dislike seemed especially intense.

"It’s good that you’re here. I need to see Tristan Sterling." Holly Sinclair got straight to the point, in no mood to bother with Megan Grayson’s hostility.

"Get lost. My cousin doesn’t want to see you." Megan Grayson’s face darkened as she shot Holly Sinclair a vicious glare.

Holly Sinclair frowned. "You haven’t even announced me. How would you know he doesn’t want to see me?"

"I said he doesn’t want to see you, so he doesn’t want to see you! Scram if you know what’s good for you, or I’ll have security throw you out," Megan Grayson threatened.

Holly Sinclair couldn’t be bothered to waste her breath on her and turned toward the private elevator for the CEO.

"What do you think you’re doing?!"

Seeing this, Megan Grayson quickly ran out to block Holly Sinclair. She shot her a contemptuous glance and sneered coldly, "Holly Sinclair, have you no shame? Sucking up to my cousin all the way to the company? Save it. My cousin looks down on you. No matter how much you kiss up to him, he won’t give you a second glance!"

Holly Sinclair’s expression darkened.

She raised her hand.

Megan Grayson flinched and instinctively stumbled backward.

But in her haste, her left foot tripped her right.

"AH!"

She fell flat on her back, limbs splayed.

It was a comical and pathetic sight.

Holly Sinclair watched Megan Grayson coldly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She had only feigned a slap, and it had been enough to scare Megan Grayson into making a fool of herself.

Passing employees all turned to stare at Megan Grayson.

They snickered, pointed, and whispered among themselves.

Having lost all face and dignity, Megan Grayson’s eyes turned red with fury.

She scrambled to her feet and roared, "Holly Sinclair, I’m going to kill—"

"Miss Sinclair."

Connor Grant stepped out of the elevator.

Megan Grayson came to an abrupt halt.

"I need to see Tristan Sterling," Holly Sinclair said to Connor Grant.

Connor Grant nodded. "Miss Sinclair, please follow me."

Watching helplessly as Holly Sinclair and Connor Grant entered the private elevator, Megan Grayson trembled with rage, grinding her teeth in hatred.

’Holly Sinclair, you bitch!!’

’I’ll make you pay!’

Megan Grayson pulled out her phone and dialed a number...

...

「CEO’s Office」

When Holly Sinclair entered, Tristan Sterling was engrossed in signing documents.

The handsome and dignified man exuded the air of a king.

Unfeeling and ruthless.

Holly Sinclair walked forward. Gazing at the man’s cold, hard profile, she clenched her fists and said in a low voice, "Tristan Sterling, let Wendy Wyatt go."

With his eyes downcast, he continued to flip through the documents as if he hadn’t heard a thing.

She knew he was deliberately ignoring her.

She couldn’t wait.

Every extra second Wendy Wyatt spent in that police station was another second of torment for her.

In her desperation, she leaned over, pressing her slender, jade-like hand on the document he was reading. "Tristan Sterling—"

"Are you telling me what to do?"

He finally looked up, his gaze cold as he stared at her.

His gaze was so severe it felt like a sharp blade, making her instinctively pull her hand back.

A pang of pain shot through Holly Sinclair’s heart.

Clearly, his anger had yet to subside.

’Because I caused his beloved to be injured, he naturally wouldn’t show me any kindness.’

’I expected it, but it still hurt.’

Biting her lip, the corners of her eyes turning red, she humbled herself even further. "No... I’m begging you to let Wendy Wyatt go, okay?"

Tristan Sterling snapped the file shut with a loud THWACK and tossed his fountain pen onto the desk.

Then he leaned back in his chair with a lazy air, forcefully loosening his tie.

He watched her the entire time.

His gaze traveled down from her exquisitely beautiful face, finally resting on her long, straight legs.

Holly Sinclair was wearing a black, tweed-style suit today. Her skin, already fair, looked as smooth and flawless as fine porcelain against the dark fabric.

’That wasn’t the point.’

’The point was, the skirt was very short.’

’So short that a gentle push upward would reveal...’

The man’s sexy Adam’s apple bobbed twice.

"Is this how you ask for a favor?"

Tristan Sterling’s icy voice was now tinged with a hint of hoarseness.

Holly Sinclair’s nails dug deep into her palms.

Gritting her teeth hard, she walked toward him.

Under his increasingly scorching gaze, she gently sat on his lap, proactively wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her trembling red lips to his cold ones...

Their eyes met, their noses nearly touching.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

He watched her trembling lashes as the corners of her eyes slowly grew moist.

He didn’t move.

He was clearly waiting for her to please him.

Holly Sinclair felt humiliated, but she had no other choice.

She kept her eyes shut, unwilling to look at him. Mimicking how he had once treated her, she gently parted his teeth...

It had been some time since he had last touched her, and the man’s body was already wound as tight as a violin string.

Now, being teased by her like this...

The string snapped.

Tristan Sterling’s eyes darkened. His large hand seized the back of her head, and he took control. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The kiss was domineering and forceful.

It swept over her like a raging storm.

Holly Sinclair didn’t respond, silently enduring it.

’My body must have gone too long without release,’ Tristan Sterling figured, ’which is why I’m finding it so hard to control myself at her slightest touch...’

He stood up abruptly, placing the small woman in his arms onto his desk.

He positioned himself between her legs.

Because her legs were forced apart, her short skirt slid straight up.

He didn’t even have to lift it; it bunched up right at her waist.

He continued to kiss her.

As if starved.

Her back pressed against the cold, hard surface of the desk, and through the daze of the kiss, a moment of clarity returned to Holly Sinclair’s mind.

"Let Wendy Wyatt go, I’m begging you..."

She grabbed his hand as it began to roam, pleading in a soft voice.

But her plea only earned her an even fiercer, more intense kiss.