Chapter 1


    Chapter 1 I Want a Divorce


    “Want me to be harder?” His deep voice echoed in the dimly lit bedroom, apanied by heavy


    breathing.


    On the bedside table, the phone continued to ring, but no one answered.


    Cordelia bit her lip, trying to suppress her moans, but his deep, powerful thrusts into her body were too


    much to hold back.


    Only once a month would they have sex. But tonight, Elijah was particrly passionate, almost pushing


    her to the brink of passing out. However, his eyes remained as cold as ever.


    Perhaps because of the incessant ringing, he finished early this time. Still, she followed him shortly


    after with her own intense climax, her whole body shaking with pleasure.


    He separated himself from her body and answered the phone. His indifference pierced her heart.


    She was the one who asked Elijah to marry her. They’d been married for three years, and ever since


    rumors of his affairs with other women never ceased.


    She pretended not to know about it, even defending him in front of his parents. Through it all, she


    maintained the image of their “perfect” marriage on her own.


    “Don’t cry. I’ll be right there.” Elijah’s voice was soft as he spoke on the phone. He never spoke to her


    like that, and her heart


    Then he hung up, walked into the bedroom, and quickly dressed.


    “I’m leaving. I won’t be staying here tonight,” He said in a t


    tone.


    Cordelia stared at him for a long time. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a slim waist. His muscles


    were well-defined, matching his chiseled, handsome face.


    Once upon a time, Elijah was the man that all the socialites in the city fantasized about. Just one look


    at his charming smile, and they were enchanted. It was a pity that Cordelia figured out he was a jerk


    only after they married.


    When Elijah reached the bedroom door, she finally spoke, her


    voice emotionless.


    “I want a divorce!”


    Elijah paused, his cold eyes turning back to Cordelia. “Didn’t I satisfy you enough? What else do you


    want?”


    “I’m tired of this marriage. What’s the point of staying together?”


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    Elijah sneered, “You better not change your mind. I hate it when women bother me.”


    “Don’t worry,” Cordelia said firmly, “I won’t.”


    “Whatever!”


    With that, Elijah angrily mmed the door and stormed off.


    He didn’t even put up a fight…


    She clutched the quilt tightly as emotions flooded through her, her lips trembling.


    Her only constion was that at least she made the right choice to leave, before it was toote…


    Early the next day, Elijah returned to the vi, deep dark circles under his eyes from exhaustion.


    He ordered his maid Nora, “Tell Cordelia toe downstairs and have breakfast with me.”


    Elijah sat at the dining table, rubbing his temples. He wanted Cordelia to help him massage them.


    Every time she massaged his temples, it would ease his headaches.


    But to his surprise, Nora replied, “Mr. Hansen, Mrs. Hansen left early this morning. She asked me to


    give these to you.”


    Elijah’s eyes suddenly widened. He saw a set of keys, a card, and a divorce agreement.


    “That damn woman!”


    Gritting his teeth, Elijah took out his phone and dialed Cordelia’s number. But the call failed, the robotic


    voice telling him that number was no longer in service…


    Furious, Elijah mmed the phone onto the dining table, shattering


    the screen.


    On the wallpaper of his phone was a photo of Cordelia, a sweet smile on her beautiful face…


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