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

Holly was confused. "Me? I didn’t—"

"You’ve been married to Tristan for two years, and there’s still no sign of a baby. Shouldn’t you go get checked out?"

Stella Grayson cut her off before she could finish.

Holly’s expression darkened.

She glanced at Tristan Sterling beside her.

He was looking at her, too.

His deep gaze was like a starry night sky—dazzling, yet complex and difficult to read.

And he clearly had no intention of coming to her defense.

Holly was rendered speechless.

’Why should she be the only one to get checked for something like this?’

"A check-up is a good idea."

But to her surprise, the old master also nodded in agreement.

Holly had no choice but to swallow her retort.

The old master finished, then turned to Tristan. "Tristan, you’ll take your wife tomorrow."

Hearing this, Stella Grayson quickly chimed in, "Dad, Tristan has to work. I’ll take—"

"What would you go for? Can you get checked in his place?" the old master shot his daughter-in-law a cold glance and scoffed.

"Dad..." Stella Grayson was taken aback by the old master’s scolding tone.

"Having a baby isn’t a one-person affair. What are you trying to imply by only telling Holly to get checked?" The old master’s tone grew even sterner.

Stella Grayson didn’t dare say another word.

A bittersweet feeling washed over Holly.

She was warmed by the fact that Grandfather always had her back, no matter the situation.

The sorrow came from knowing that while Grandfather desperately wanted a great-grandchild, she could no longer fulfill that wish for him.

Just then—

"Second Young Master, Young Madam, your soup is here."

A servant brought over two bowls of soup, placing one in front of Holly and the other in front of Tristan.

"What kind of soup is this?" Holly asked.

"It’s a tonic to enrich the blood. Drink up, it’s good for you," the old master said with a wide smile.

Holly glanced at Tristan.

Without a word, Tristan picked up his bowl and downed it in one go.

"Hurry and drink. It won’t taste good when it’s cold," the old master urged.

Holly had no choice but to drink it.

She didn’t notice that the soup she and Tristan had was different from everyone else’s.

Sitting at the far end of the table, Brandon Sterling, who had been silent the entire time, unconsciously tightened his grip on his chopsticks as he watched Holly lift the bowl to her lips...

...

After dinner, Holly had planned to make an excuse and leave.

But the old master insisted that she and Tristan stay the night at the family estate.

「In the bedroom.」

Holly walked into the closet, her face an emotionless mask. She pulled a spare comforter from a cabinet and placed it on the sofa.

She spread it out, preparing to sleep on the sofa.

’She might have to share a room with him, but she would absolutely not share a bed.’

Tristan gave her an indifferent glance before heading straight into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of the shower running echoed from the bathroom.

Holly waited for her turn, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone until Tristan finished his shower.

But as she waited, she noticed her body was beginning to feel warm.

She felt weak and listless, unable to muster any strength.

Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open a crack.

"Mrs. Sterling, get me a towel."

The man’s voice was low and husky, a magnetic drawl that was incredibly seductive.

Holly pretended not to hear, ignoring him completely.

"Do you want to see me come out just like this?"

A smirk played on his lips—a casual threat.

Holly was speechless.

’Of course she didn’t!’

With no other choice, she went to get him a towel.

"Here!"

She quickly passed the towel through the crack in the door.

But the next second—

"Ah!"

The man yanked her forcefully into the bathroom.

Terrified, Holly squeezed her eyes shut.

She was terrified of seeing something she shouldn’t.

With a soft THUD,

he pinned her against the cold tiles.

There was no space left between them.

Holly’s body went rigid. She didn’t dare move.

"Heh."

Tristan scoffed, his languid voice drifting down from above her. "Why close your eyes? Is there any part of me you haven’t seen?"

His words painted a vivid picture.

Images of their wilder moments flashed unbidden through Holly’s mind.

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

Her face was a mask of strained indifference and detachment, her voice as cold as ice.

"Grandfather said..." He leaned in close, deliberately breathing against her ear as he murmured seductively, "He wants a great-grandchild."

In the past, words like these would have made Holly blush, her heart racing.

But now, all she felt was a bitter pang in her chest.

’She had once desperately wanted a child.’

’A child with him.’

’If it was a boy, he’d be tall and handsome, just like his father.’

’If it was a girl, she’d be playful and cute, just like her mother.’

’But that was all just her own wishful thinking.’

’On the few, countable times they’d made love, he had always been quick to hand her a morning-after pill the moment they finished.’

’He never wanted a child at all!’

’No!’

’To be precise, he never wanted a child *with her*.’

’He was only saying this tonight to appease Grandfather and his mother.’

Though her body was burning up, Holly’s heart felt as cold as ice.

"You can go find Vivian Linton. I’m sure she’d be more than happy to oblige."

She opened her eyes, a cold sneer spreading across her lips as she met his gaze with mocking eyes.

Tristan’s face instantly darkened.

’Why the hell did she have to bring up Vivian?’

He grabbed her chin, his displeasure evident, and ground out, "Mrs. Sterling, this is your responsibility and your duty!"

"We’re about to get a divorce," Holly sneered, her voice even colder.

"Are you trying to kill Grandfather with anger?" he narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing within them.

Holly’s breath caught in her throat.

Seeing her fall silent, he softened his tone. He leaned in to kiss her ear, coaxing softly, "Alright now, don’t be difficult—"

"Don’t touch me!"

Holly shuddered violently, shoved him away with all her might, and scrambled out of the bathroom.

She felt awful.

Her body was growing hotter by the second, and with him pressed against her like that, she had almost given in to the urge to wrap her arms around him...

That’s why she had to escape.

Escape that cramped space where even the air was thick with tension.

Watching Holly’s hasty retreat, an involuntary smile tugged at the corners of Tristan’s lips. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

A scorching, predatory light flickered in his deep, dark eyes.

’Tonight, he was going to have his fill.’

’He’d been starving for a long time.’

Holly’s entire body felt feverish.

She felt so hot that the air in the bedroom seemed stuffy and oppressive.

She rushed to the balcony, desperate for some fresh air.

As the cool wind washed over her face, she let out a sigh of relief. It felt much better.

Below the balcony was the garden.

Bathed in moonlight, a tall figure stood by the flowerbeds.

Even in the dim light, Holly recognized him at once. It was Brandon Sterling.

She frowned.

’What is Brandon doing in the garden so late at night?’

Just as Holly spotted Brandon, he looked up at her, as if sensing her gaze.

Their eyes met.

Holly broke into a natural smile and was about to raise her hand to wave.

But then—

A solid, searingly hot chest suddenly pressed against her back.

It was Tristan.

Startled, Holly spun around, instinctively trying to push him away.

But he caught her struggling hands and easily pinned them behind her back.

Holly couldn’t move.

She was trapped between the railing and his chest.

His breath fanned across her face, sending a tingling sensation through her.

Holly’s heart hammered in her chest, and her limbs felt weak and pliant.

Just as she was about to struggle, he spoke first—