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

"Tristan Sterling... Mmph... I... can’t..."

’I can’t swim!’

Holly Sinclair shouted desperately, but the moment she opened her mouth, river water gurgled in.

She wanted to grab the lifebuoy, but the splashing waves had already pushed it far away.

It was completely out of reach.

She had no choice but to place her hopes in Tristan Sterling again.

"Tris... Tristan Sterling... Save... save me..."

However, her cries for help received no response.

As she thrashed about, through her blurry vision, she saw his and Vivian Linton’s figures growing more and more distant.

She also saw Vivian Linton smiling at her...

A smile filled with sinister, vicious glee.

Holly Sinclair’s heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife.

She knew Tristan Sterling didn’t love her.

But she never imagined he could be so cruel to her.

’There’s a saying that even a one-night couple shares a hundred days of grace, and they had been married for two whole years!’

Eight years of sincere devotion, exchanged for him leaving her to die.

Holly Sinclair didn’t want to die.

She didn’t want to die at all!

She was still so young; she hadn’t lived enough.

Most importantly...

’If I die, what will happen to my brother?’

No!

She couldn’t die!

Her brother needed her!

’But what can I do?’

She was out of strength.

Her body was sinking.

’I’m sorry, brother. I can’t hold on any longer...’

’Brother, it’s okay. It’s okay if I die.’

’I’ll wait for you at the head of the Bridge of Resignation. We’ll go see Mom and Dad together...’

As the icy river water submerged her, Holly Sinclair, heart full of sorrow and resentment, closed her eyes in despair.

"Holly!"

A hoarse shout pulled her back from the brink of death.

With a loud SPLASH, a tall man leaped from a motorboat into the water.

...

Holly Sinclair lay on the beach.

After spitting up a few mouthfuls of water, she remained in a semi-conscious state.

"Holly, Holly?"

Brandon Sterling called out to her again and again, his anxious tone filled with concern and heartache.

Seeing she still wasn’t responding, Brandon Sterling frowned, seemingly in thought for a moment.

Then he pinched her jaw and lowered his head toward her.

Preparing to give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Just as Brandon Sterling was about to touch Holly Sinclair’s lips, she slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing the handsome face magnified before her, she instinctively tried to raise a hand to stop him.

But after her near-death experience, her hands had no strength.

Just then—

A large hand viciously grabbed the back of Brandon Sterling’s collar and yanked him up.

The next second.

POW!

A vicious fist slammed heavily into Brandon Sterling’s face.

Brandon Sterling was knocked back several steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Tristan Sterling, what are you doing?"

Holly Sinclair shot up with a gasp.

Her voice was hoarse and broken.

Her throat, ravaged by the river water, felt like it was being scraped by a knife with every word she uttered.

It was excruciating.

Tristan Sterling paid her no mind.

He clenched his fists, about to strike Brandon Sterling again.

Holly Sinclair scrambled to her feet and lunged forward, spreading her arms to shield Brandon Sterling.

"Get out of the way!"

Tristan Sterling roared, his handsome face dark and terrifying, his eyes filled with a bone-chilling coldness.

"Tristan Sterling, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!"

Holly Sinclair glared back at him, her expression just as cold.

"What were you two just doing?!" Tristan Sterling shot back, forcing the words through gritted teeth.

Holly Sinclair froze for a moment.

’When I opened my eyes, Brandon’s face was right there. In a situation like this, what could he be doing other than saving me!’

"Brandon was saving me!" she declared, each word firm.

It was a statement of her complete trust in Brandon Sterling.

"Saving you?"

Tristan Sterling let out a cold sneer.

The next instant.

POW!

Taking advantage of her distraction, he landed another vicious punch on Brandon Sterling’s face.

SLAP!

Holly Sinclair raised her hand and slapped Tristan Sterling across the face.

She used all her strength, the force of the blow making her palm go numb.

"Tristan Sterling, what gives you the right to hit him?!"

She roared, her fury uncontrollable. Her eyes were bloodshot, like a vengeful ghost seeking a life, and filled with intense hatred.

’Just how much does he despise me?’

’Not only does he despise me enough to leave me to die,’

’But he can’t even stand to see someone else save me?!’

’Does he need to see me drown to be happy?!’

Tristan Sterling’s cheek stung, and the faint taste of iron filled his mouth.

’She hit me!’

’She actually hit me for another man!’

’And that man is her brother-in-law!’

’Does she have any sense of propriety or shame?’

Tristan Sterling’s gaze was sinister, his entire being radiating a terrifying hostility.

"Holly, I’m fine..."

Seeing Holly Sinclair so agitated, Brandon Sterling worriedly tried to pull her away.

He looked afraid that Tristan Sterling might hurt her in his rage.

Holly Sinclair ignored Tristan Sterling’s furious glare.

Turning back to look at Brandon Sterling, her brows furrowed in guilt. "You’re bleeding from the corner of your mouth."

He had risked his life to save her, only to get beaten for it.

How could she not feel guilty?

"I’m really fine," Brandon Sterling said with a smile, trying to ease her guilt.

But he accidentally pulled at the cut on his lip, causing him to suck in a sharp breath of pain.

Holly Sinclair felt even worse.

’Brandon was clearly treated unfairly, yet he’s still trying to comfort me.’

’Meanwhile, the man who disregarded my life is still trying to assault him.’

Tristan Sterling couldn’t stand to watch anymore.

He charged forward again.

"Tristan Sterling!!"

Holly Sinclair spun around and shoved him hard, screaming at him almost hysterically, "If you’re going to go crazy, go die somewhere else!"

’Go die somewhere else...’

A vein throbbed on Tristan Sterling’s temple. His face was as cold as winter ice as he ground out, "Holly Sinclair, don’t forget you’re my wife. Flirting with another man right under my nose—"

"So now you remember I’m your wife?" Holly Sinclair cut him off with a cold laugh, then suddenly roared, "Then what were you doing just now?!"

Just now...

He had abandoned her and saved Vivian Linton...

"Didn’t I already throw you the lifebuoy? Couldn’t you just wait in the water for a little while? I said I’d come back to save you right away."

He explained, his tone self-righteous.

’Vivian hurt her foot saving me once, while Holly is perfectly able-bodied. In a crisis like that, what’s wrong with saving Vivian first?’

Holly Sinclair laughed.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh..."

She laughed until tears streamed down her face. She wiped them away fiercely with the back of her hand, her words as sharp as knives. "You expect someone who can’t swim to perfectly catch a lifebuoy you carelessly tossed over?"

"You... can’t swim?"

Tristan Sterling was stunned.

’Impossible!’

’She’s so good at riding horses, how could she not know how to swim?’

"Hah~" Holly Sinclair let out a series of cold laughs.

Her laughter made Tristan Sterling’s heart race with panic.

"I..."

He frowned, about to say something, but was cut off by Vivian Linton, who was standing to the side.

Vivian Linton limped over and chided her in a disapproving tone, "Holly, how can you blame Tristan like this? I was the one drowning just now. Tristan was just worried about me, that’s why he saved me first—"

SLAP! SLAP!

Holly Sinclair raised her hands and delivered two slaps, one with each hand.

Two hard slaps landed squarely on Vivian Linton’s face.

"Ah! Holly Sinclair, you—"

Vivian Linton screamed, the slaps making her see stars and her ears ring.

The taste of blood instantly filled her mouth.

However, it wasn’t over.

Giving no one a chance to react, after slapping her, Holly Sinclair tackled Vivian Linton to the ground.

Her hands clamped tightly around Vivian Linton’s neck.