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

Holly was thrown to the ground, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

Just as she tried to get up, the man’s tall frame came crashing down on her like a mountain.

SLAP!

Furious, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

The blow wasn’t particularly painful, but the humiliation was immense.

Tristan Sterling’s dark eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flaring within them.

He grabbed both of her hands, pinned them above her head, and lowered his face to kiss her.

"Don’t touch me!"

Holly turned her head away, her furious roar coming out as a hoarse, broken cry.

"Oh, I’m definitely going to touch you today!"

Tristan Sterling enunciated coldly, a chilling glint of absolute certainty in his eyes.

"Tristan Sterling, if you dare force me, I’ll report you!" Holly was terrified and desperate, her eyes bloodshot.

"Report me? What are you going to report me for?"

He arched a sharp brow, the corner of his lip curling into a mocking smirk, as if her threat were a joke.

"Forcing yourself on someone is against the law!" Holly seethed through clenched teeth.

Instead of getting angry, Tristan Sterling laughed, but the smile never reached his eyes.

"Holly Sinclair, satisfying me is your duty!"

He moved closer to her lips, his breath cold as he spoke.

The moment the words left his mouth, his kiss followed.

This time, he was domineering and forceful, giving her no chance to struggle or refuse.

"Mmph..." Holly whimpered, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes.

She was furious, hurt, and full of hatred, yet powerless to save herself.

Just as Holly thought there was no escape, the man on top of her suddenly froze.

Tristan Sterling slowly looked down.

His handsome face darkened instantly as he stared at the blood on his fingertips.

’She’s... gotten her period!’

...

「The next day.」

Holly Sinclair woke up.

Staring at the familiar room, she was dazed for a long moment before remembering what had happened yesterday.

Yesterday, Tristan Sterling had tried to force himself on her, but her period had arrived at the last possible second.

She could still recall the priceless look on Tristan’s face at that moment.

In the end, he had shot her a resentful glare before storming out and slamming the door in a fit of humiliated rage.

As for her, after the ordeal he’d put her through, she had been so utterly exhausted that she had quickly fallen into a deep sleep.

She had slept until now.

Holly grabbed a random outfit from the walk-in closet and changed.

She went downstairs, ready to leave.

Just as she reached the entryway, the door was opened from the outside.

"Tristan, I made you breakfast... What are you doing here?!"

Vivian Linton was holding a bag of breakfast, speaking with a radiant smile, assuming Tristan was the one opening the door.

But when she looked up, her eyes met Holly Sinclair’s cold, mocking sneer, and she cried out in shock.

The smile on her face instantly shattered.

"What do you think?" Holly retorted with a cold laugh.

Vivian Linton immediately realized how idiotic her question was.

Holly Sinclair was the legitimate Mrs. Sterling.

This was her and Tristan’s home.

It was perfectly natural for her to be here.

’But... they’re about to get a divorce!’

Vivian Linton could hardly suppress her inner rage and jealousy. She ground out through her teeth, "Holly Sinclair, you already moved out—"

Before she could finish, she suddenly noticed Holly’s neck.

There, on skin that was usually as fair as snow, were several suggestive love bites.

"What are these?!" Vivian Linton’s eyes flew wide open as she shrieked, her face twisting with jealousy. "You... you and Tristan... Last night, you..."

Holly Sinclair sneered.

She knew Vivian had misunderstood, but she had no intention of explaining. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Because as long as Vivian was miserable, she was gratified.

To Vivian Linton, Holly’s smile was one of triumph and provocation.

Filled with absolute hatred, she opened her mouth to curse, "Holly Sinclair, you’re such a—"

She stopped abruptly.

Vivian Linton suddenly remembered the security cameras. She couldn’t lose control.

’I can’t let Tristan see me acting so unseemly.’

Seeing her want to curse but not daring to, Holly’s smile grew even more mocking. "Vivian Linton, you really are useless!"

"What did you say?!"

Vivian Linton was furious, her features twisting in a grimace of anger.

"After all this time, you still haven’t secured your position. You really are pathetic!"

Holly’s words were like a series of slaps, striking hard across Vivian Linton’s face.

"You—" Vivian Linton choked, her face turning pale and ashen.

She was seething with hatred.

’That bitch Holly, how dare she!’

’If she weren’t shamelessly clinging to her throne as Mrs. Sterling, I would have already married Tristan.’

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from behind Vivian Linton.

It was Tristan Sterling, returning from his morning run.

Vivian Linton turned around, tears quickly welling up in her eyes.

She looked on the verge of tears, a picture of pitiable beauty.

Looking as if she had been bullied, she whimpered, "Tristan."

"What are you doing here?"

Tristan Sterling, however, showed no pleasure at her arrival. There was even a hint of displeasure in his tone as he asked with a frown.

"I’m sorry, Tristan. I just wanted to bring you breakfast. I didn’t know Holly was back..." Vivian Linton murmured softly, looking miserable and pitiful.

Seeing Vivian Linton’s victim act, Holly Sinclair couldn’t help but sneer.

"Disgusting!"

She shoved Vivian, who was blocking the doorway, aside and strode forward.

"Ah..."

Vivian Linton stumbled backward from the push, teetering as if she were about to fall.

She waited for Tristan Sterling to catch her.

But instead, Tristan grabbed Holly Sinclair as she passed by him, demanding in a harsh tone, "Where are you going?"

Vivian Linton had no choice but to steady herself against the doorframe.

She secretly clenched her fists.

Holly Sinclair looked up, staring coldly at Tristan Sterling, and gave him a fake smile. "Making room for your precious ’white moonlight,’ of course."

"Cut the sarcasm!"

A layer of frost seemed to cover Tristan Sterling’s eyes, his voice laced with a warning.

Holly didn’t want to get tangled up with them any further.

She shot Vivian Linton a disdainful glance, then turned to Tristan Sterling and said with blunt sarcasm, "Tristan Sterling, I didn’t realize you had such vulgar taste, bringing your mistress home for a tryst."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Tristan Sterling’s face turned icy.

’Vivian saved my life. We dated in the past, but we never once crossed the line.’

"Holly, how could you say that? Tristan and I are innocent..." Vivian Linton also put on an innocent act, choking back a sob.

"Innocent?"

Holly laughed, her sharp gaze piercing Vivian Linton’s face like an arrow. Each word dripped with scorn. "What kind of ’innocent’ relationship lets you come and go from a married man’s house as you please?"

’Come and go as she pleases... That means she has the passcode to the door.’

Tristan Sterling’s sharp brows knitted together.

"I..." Vivian Linton’s face turned pale.

’I can’t tell him I paid a high price to get it from the maid.’

Holly didn’t care about Vivian’s answer. Every extra second she spent here made her feel sick to her stomach.

She started to leave.

Tristan Sterling reached out to grab her. "Holly Sinclair—"

"Don’t touch me!"

She violently shook his hand off, her emotions suddenly flaring. Her eyes were bloodshot as she snarled through clenched teeth, her face a mask of revulsion. "You two make me sick!!"

With that, she strode quickly outside.

It was as if he were a plague and she feared that delaying for even a second would infect her with a vile disease.

Tristan Sterling had never been treated with such disgust.

His handsome face contorted slightly with rage.

Seeing that Holly had finally left, Vivian Linton immediately came to his side, looking aggrieved. "Tristan..."

"Vivian, how do you have the passcode for this place?"