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

"Ah!"

Vivian Linton shrieked, stumbling into the bathroom.

SLAM!

CLICK.

Holly Sinclair shut the door and locked it.

The movements were smooth, all in one fluid motion.

Shutting out the gazes of everyone else.

Inside the bathroom, there were only three people: Holly Sinclair, Vivian Linton, and Zack.

Vivian Linton steadied herself and subconsciously smoothed her disheveled hair, her face twisted with rage.

She was the owner of the studio, always maintaining a glamorous, noble, and elegant image in front of everyone. When had she ever been this humiliated?

Fury made her drop the pretense. Her venomous gaze shot toward Holly Sinclair’s face as she opened her mouth to curse—

"Holly Sinclair, you bitch—"

SLAP!

Before she could finish, Holly Sinclair slapped her hard across the face.

Her head snapped to the side. A clear, five-fingered handprint appeared on her exquisitely made-up cheek.

The corner of her eye twitched from the pain.

"How dare you hit me?!"

Vivian Linton was incredulous, her eyes wide as saucers. Her voice changed pitch with rage.

Holly Sinclair sneered, her eyes filled with scorn as she looked down on her. "Vivian Linton, have I not hit you enough? Is that why you never learn your lesson?"

Provoking her again and again.

"Holly Sinclair! What right do you have to hit me for no reason?!" Vivian Linton was losing her mind, trembling with anger.

"For no reason?"

A smile touched Holly Sinclair’s lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She leaned close to Vivian Linton’s ear and uttered menacingly, "You were standing outside the door yesterday, weren’t you? Enjoying the show?"

At the peak of her fear, she had faintly heard a cold laugh.

At the time, she couldn’t be sure if she’d misheard, but thinking back on it now...

It was Vivian Linton!

Vivian Linton’s expression stiffened, and a trace of panic flickered within her.

But she quickly composed herself.

’So what if Holly knows I was the one who locked her in?’

’As long as I deny it to my dying breath, it’ll be fine.’

’Besides, Holly has no proof!’

Just then, Zack, who had been thrown to the side and was still dizzy and disoriented, finally came to her senses.

"You, Sinclair! How dare you hit Luna! You’re in big trouble, I’m telling you!"

Zack glared at Holly Sinclair, bellowing furiously.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Holly Sinclair raised an eyebrow, a careless smile on her face.

"The Second Master loves Luna to the bone. He can’t stand to see her suffer even the slightest grievance, and you dare to hit her? You’re dead today!!"

Zack said through gritted teeth, a gloating smile spreading across her face.

’This isn’t ending today!’

’When the Second Master gets here, I have to add fuel to the fire and tell him all the terrible things Holly has done.’

’He has to punish Holly severely and get revenge for me and Luna.’

Holly Sinclair just sneered, saying nothing.

Seeing that she hadn’t intimidated Holly Sinclair, Zack became even more enraged. Pointing at Holly, she shouted, borrowing someone else’s might, "I’m telling you, if you know what’s good for you, get on your knees and kowtow to me and Luna right now. Otherwise—"

Holly Sinclair grabbed her finger and bent it backward.

"AHHHH!"

Zack immediately let out a pig-like squeal, snot and tears streaming down her face from the pain. "My hand! My hand! It’s breaking, it’s breaking..."

"Didn’t your parents ever teach you that it’s extremely rude to point at people?"

Holly Sinclair showed no mercy, subduing Zack in a single move.

Her aura was immense, her combat power off the charts.

Zack broke down, screaming curses. "You bitch—"

THUMP!

Holly Sinclair kicked her in the stomach.

Zack flew backward, landing on the floor and curling up like a shrimp, her features contorted in pain.

Vivian Linton quietly swallowed.

Seeing Zack taken down, she forced herself to stand tall, straightened her back, and said coldly in a weak attempt to bluff, "Holly Sinclair! I suggest you let us go right now. When Tristan gets here and sees what you’ve done to me, he won’t let you off—"

SLAP! SLAP!

Holly Sinclair swung her hands, slapping her from both sides.

Blood immediately trickled from the corner of Vivian Linton’s mouth.

"You—" She was so angry she could barely breathe.

But in the next second, Holly Sinclair grabbed her hair again.

"Ah!"

Tears streamed down Vivian Linton’s face from the pain.

"You should be more worried..." Holly Sinclair tightened her grip on her hair, yanking her head back and forcing her to tilt her face all the way up. A cold voice hissed in her ear, "...about whether or not I’ll let you off!"

"Wh-what... What do you think you’re doing?"

Vivian Linton’s teeth chattered. A shiver ran down her spine, and a flicker of fear crossed her eyes.

Holly Sinclair shoved her away.

Vivian Linton fell to the ground in a pathetic heap.

Before she could get up and lash out, she saw Holly Sinclair pick up a nearby water hose.

"Holly Sinclair, you wouldn’t dare!!"

Realizing what she was about to do, Vivian Linton’s pupils contracted in terror as she screamed.

Holly Sinclair turned on the faucet—

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Icy water blasted Vivian Linton and Zack, and the two let out piercing shrieks in unison.

The water pressure was strong, and they were quickly soaked to the bone.

It was winter, and being doused with cold water was comparable to torture.

Vivian Linton and Zack turned pale and shivered uncontrollably from the cold.

Looking as pathetic as a pair of drenched dogs, they scrambled to dodge the stream of water.

But no matter how they tried to hide, the icy water unerringly found its mark, soaking them.

"Ah, help! Somebody! ... You useless thing! Block it for me! Ah..."

Vivian Linton wailed, desperately trying to hide behind Zack.

But Zack only blocked it for two seconds before she scrambled to hide behind Vivian Linton. "It’s so cold, Luna! It’s so cold, I can’t take it anymore..."

Vivian Linton was furious.

"How dare you hide behind me... You st-stupid... idiot... Ah!"

She angrily grabbed Zack, trying to force her to block the water again.

But Zack instinctively flung her hand away.

Vivian Linton lost her balance and fell to the floor.

Her prosthetic limb came off.

Zack stared in shock at her severed left calf and blurted out, "Oh my god, Luna, your leg... You’re disabled..."

SLAP!

"Shut up!!"

Vivian Linton scrambled up and slapped Zack hard across the face, her expression savage as she shrieked hysterically, "You’re the one who’s disabled! Your whole family is disabled!!"

At the studio, she always wore long skirts or pants, so no one knew she was an amputee.

Her physical imperfection was a source of shame for her.

That was why she hated it most when people called her disabled!

Holly Sinclair aimed the hose at Vivian Linton and Zack, leisurely enjoying the sight of the two dogs tearing each other apart.

"S-s-sorry, Luna, I didn’t mean it..." Zack was furious but didn’t dare show it, so she could only apologize profusely.

"Idiot! Yell! Yell for help..."

Vivian Linton put her prosthetic back on, cursing loudly.

She had no time to deal with Zack now; the priority was to call for help.

"Yell... Yell for what..."

"Help! You pig!!"

"Oh, oh, oh." Zack caught on and immediately started howling at the top of her lungs, "He-help... Somebody! Mu-murder! Someone’s being murdered! Help..."

The two of them stammered, their teeth chattering from the cold.

Vivian Linton was truly going insane.

’Did everyone outside drop dead?!’

’Why hasn’t anyone come to rescue us after all this time?’

’I’m going to freeze to death!’

Suddenly—

BANG!

The door was violently kicked open.

"Holly Sinclair, have you lost your mind?!"

An angry roar cut through the air.