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

Holly Sinclair had a low-grade fever.

The medication had a sedative effect, leaving her mind clouded.

Her actions were driven purely by instinct.

She was feeling cold when suddenly, a furnace appeared beside her. In her current state, unable to think or recognize anything, she reached out and embraced it.

She snuggled her whole body into the man’s arms.

’So warm.’

As she touched the man’s chest, the chill was driven away.

A greedy feeling grew in her heart. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling him gently like a lazy kitten.

Her warm breaths fanned across his skin, carrying a fatally intoxicating tingle.

Tristan Sterling’s entire body tensed at her touch.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and a thick desire quickly surfaced in his eyes.

As she shifted slightly, the loose collar of her hospital gown gaped open.

The deep valley of her cleavage was starkly revealed right before his eyes.

Her skin was like fine porcelain, so delicate it looked as if a breath could break it.

It was an ultimate visual temptation that no man could resist.

Especially not Tristan Sterling, who had been craving her for so long.

The man lowered his head and kissed her.

"Mm... don’t..."

A slight, stinging pain made Holly Sinclair let out a soft whimper.

She tried to push his head away with both hands.

He caught her meddling little hands.

She broke free, only to clutch at his hair, her body squirming restlessly.

Tristan Sterling’s breath hitched, and his blood began to boil.

Lifting his eyes, he stared at her crimson lips, his gaze scorching and dangerous.

He dipped his head and kissed her again.

Their lips and teeth intertwined, their breaths mingling.

"Mmph..." Holly Sinclair frowned and moaned softly.

Unable to breathe properly, she felt an uncomfortable urge to escape.

But no matter how she tried to pull away, she couldn’t escape his greedy demands.

Both of their breathing grew ragged.

The temperature in the hospital room climbed steadily.

Tristan Sterling’s vaunted self-control was on the verge of shattering.

Considering her injuries and the fright she’d just endured, he had no real intention of taking her right here.

He had just been starved for too long, and seeing her so pliant today, he couldn’t hold back.

’Even if we can’t go all the way,’ he thought, ’a little taste wouldn’t hurt.’

Tristan Sterling branded Holly Sinclair’s neck with one possessive mark after another.

"Mmm, that hurts..."

she whimpered, aggrieved.

The man’s eyes suddenly turned crimson.

The memory of their first time together, two years ago, surfaced in his mind.

That night, with tear-filled eyes, she had clung to him helplessly, constantly crying that it hurt and begging him, just like she was now...

Her soft, hoarse voice had been utterly pitiable.

But the more she cried, the less he could control himself.

Back then, she was truly delicate, but also truly obedient.

The slightest bit of force would make her cry, yet she would always bear it obediently until he was satisfied.

The more Tristan Sterling reminisced, the more unbearable it became.

His body was wound as tight as a string, and the beast fused into his very bones and blood wanted to break free from its cage...

It had truly been too long since he’d had a release.

"Tristan Sterling..."

Holly Sinclair mumbled unconsciously, her delicate brows knitting together.

Her pretty face was scrunched up in discomfort.

"Yes, I’m here," he answered, his voice unbearably hoarse.

But upon hearing his voice, Holly Sinclair suddenly stiffened.

Her mind gradually cleared.

"Tristan... Sterling?"

Her tone was filled with uncertainty, for a moment unable to distinguish dream from reality.

"Hmm?"

He kissed her chin, his expression dazed with intoxication.

Holly Sinclair snapped fully awake.

"Tristan Sterling, what are you doing?!"

Her almond eyes wide, she swung at him without thinking, shouting in uncontrollable rage.

But due to her weakness, her voice held no threat.

And her slap was no different from a scratch.

"Shh, don’t move,"

The man, still lost in the moment, caught her unruly little hand and coaxed her softly.

"Tristan Sterling, you beast!!"

Holly Sinclair broke down, kicking and hitting him with all her limbs.

She completely forgot that her feet were still injured.

Tristan Sterling remembered.

"Don’t move!"

He quickly pinned her down, scolding her with a frown.

"I’m still injured! Are you even human?"

Holly Sinclair roared, glaring at the man before her with deep-seated hatred.

’I just went through something so horrifying, and he actually took advantage of me while I was unconscious to do something so monstrous?’

’You’re nothing but a release valve for my brother-in-law.’

Nicole Linton’s words still rang in her ears, like a series of slaps across her face.

Holly Sinclair felt utterly humiliated.

As soon as she said it, the air turned icy.

The fire in Tristan Sterling was extinguished in an instant.

"I’m not human?"

He braced his arms on either side of her, his dark eyes narrowed as he stared down at her dangerously.

"If you had even a shred of humanity, you wouldn’t treat me like this!!"

She gritted her teeth, screaming herself hoarse.

Tristan Sterling laughed in anger.

His desire was completely gone.

He got up, viciously poking her on the forehead as he did. He ground his teeth in frustration. "Don’t think you can turn the tables on me just because you were a little dazed. You’d better think hard about who started this!"

’Who started this...’

Holly Sinclair subconsciously covered her smarting forehead, stunned.

Fragmented images surfaced in her mind.

She’d felt cold and hugged a warm furnace tightly...

She’d snuggled into the warm "bed," nuzzling against it...

She had even grabbed his hair...

Holly Sinclair was mortified.

She took a few seconds to ruthlessly suppress the guilt bubbling up inside her.

"It was you!"

She glared at him, refusing to admit the truth even if it killed her.

’He knew my mind was clouded, yet he still did this to me. He was clearly taking advantage of my vulnerability.’

’So I was right to curse him. There’s no need to feel guilty.’

"Say that again." Tristan Sterling’s voice rose at the end, radiating danger.

"It was you, it was you! It was all you!!" She pushed herself up and roared at him.

Seeing his face, she couldn’t help but think of all the ways he favored Vivian Linton.

New grievances and old resentments flooded her heart.

She hated him so much!

’Since he’s so deeply in love with Vivian Linton, why doesn’t he just divorce me and marry her?’

’Wouldn’t it be great if they were just stuck with each other forever?’

’Why does he insist on dragging this out and not divorcing me?’

’Can’t he just let me go?’

’What terrible sin did I commit against him in a past life?’

’To be treated so cruelly by him in this one?’

Holly Sinclair’s eyes reddened. The more she thought, the more aggrieved she felt, and the more her grief turned to indignation.

"Hah! I never realized your ability to lie with a straight face has become so masterfully refined."

Tristan Sterling adjusted his cufflinks, casting a cool glance at her, his tone frigid.

Holly Sinclair felt a sharp stab in her heart.

She laughed.

It was a bleak and sarcastic laugh. She nodded slowly. "That’s right. I’m full of lies. Every word I say has a hidden agenda. Only your precious Vivian is pure and wonderful, she’s never lied to you. Are you satisfied now?"

"Why are you bringing her into this?" Tristan Sterling’s expression darkened, a cold light glinting in his eyes.

’Hah!’

Holly Sinclair sneered.

’Vivian Linton really is the apple of his eye.’

’Can’t even mention her name.’

"The only reason I’m lying in this bed is because of her. Shouldn’t I be allowed to mention her?"

Holly Sinclair’s face paled. She secretly clenched her fists and ground out the words.

Thinking of that terrifying, soul-shaking moment, her body trembled involuntarily.

"What do you mean?" Tristan Sterling’s sharp brows furrowed tightly.

His gaze turned exceptionally cold, like shards of ice in the dead of winter.

"The man who attacked me tonight—Vivian Linton sent him!!"