Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Joel seemed to shrink into his skin as he turned to Mark. His brows furrowed in confusion, "Dude, I thought we were best friends? I thought you'd always have my back." His said with disbelief.

"We are best friends and I would always have your back," Mark replied indifferently then he shrugged and tucked his hands into his pocket. "But she's my wife and trust me, I'm not supporting anyone." "So you're just going to stand there and let your wife bully us like that?" Joel murmured with a still disappointment in his eyes.

"Are you just going to let my wife bully you like that?" Mark retorted calmly, his brows arched, leaving Joel speechless as he gaped at him. Mark shrugged, "What? Am I supposed to be your bodyguard or something?

Joel's words came out with frustration as he lashed out, "I'm holding back because of you!"

Please, spare me," I confronted him in disdain. "Don't be a coward now. Treat me just as you did Grace. Let your whore showcase her claws and scratch my face like the savage she truly is." Joel's jaw tightened visibly as his gaze shifted to someone behind me, probably towards Mark.

I heard a deep, exasperated sigh emanate from behind me, followed by the weight of Mark's hands. settling on my shoulders. I shrugged his hands off but they clung firmly as he refused to let go. "Sydney, please," his voice pleaded.

As he stepped in front of me, he gestured towards Joel's head with a subtle nod. "Take a look at his head.

I reluctantly did, turning to look at Joel's head and I saw that the wound that I inflicted on his head seemed to have stopped bleeding as he was no longer clutching it in pain.

I guess I did not hit him hard enough. I just wanted to witness him and his despicable mistress sprawled unconscious on the floor. I yearned to make them feel the agony and misery they had put Grace through. "He's learned his lesson," he implored, his voice soft but firm. "He's paid the price. Please, forgive him." He shook my shoulder when I remained silent, refusing to give in to his patronizing tone. "Come on, Sydney," he urged coaxingly. "We're all friends here. Let's resolve this among ourselves. There's no need to escalate things further."

I scoffed incredulously, "Good friends? Mark, did you genuinely just claim I'm good friends with them?" I erupted. "He may be your friend, but he's certainly not mine. My true friend-lies in a hospital bed because of the sheer cruelness of your so-called friend!"

I turned to Joel, "Don't even think you can get away with this just because you think you can make Mark control me," I asserted, locking eyes with him, "Starting tomorrow, I'm putting an end to this marriage and

and that I'll cease to be his wife. Get your lawyer ready because I would take legal action against you woman!"

"You just broke a bottle over my head!" Joel exclaimed his eyes moving between Mark and me. "Yet you still want to sue even after these?" He gestured to his injured head and Sandra's bruised face. Mark's iron grip tightened around me, roughly compelling me to face him. His intense gaze bore into mine, demanding answers as he blatantly ignored Joel "What nonsense are you spouting now? You think

you can just decide to cease being my wife? Since when did I agree to sign divorce papers?"

And just like that, the calm and coaxing Mark was gone.

I forcefully pulled away from his grasp, rubbing my wrist where his fingers had clenched around "I heard your conversation with your mother," I retorted iclly, meeting his glare with equal fervor. "I know you're only holding onto this marriage because you're afraid of losing your grandmother's shares. It's the only reason why you have refused to sign the divorce papers," I spat out.

His expression hardened as he strode over and seized my hand once more, his grip even tighter than before. "We're going home," he growled out through clenched teeth "Let go! I am not going anywhere with you!" I fought against his hold and tried to break free from his hold.