I Refuse to Divorce

Chapter 56

The screen began to show images.

The slightly swaying video revealed a slender figure entering through the door, and the suite's bright lights clearly illuminated her face. It was Zoe.

Zoe felt a chill throughout her body.

Mason lightly pinched her chin. "Afraid to look?"

Then he sneered. "Haven't you always insisted that you pushed open the door to room 6201? Well, watch until the end, and see clearly whether you went to 6201 or 6202."

In the footage, Zoe walked toward a luxurious white bed.

Mason had a drink and was peacefully resting. The alcohol was strong, and besides the hangover, there was a hint of something else that made him eager to find release with a woman.

Yet, he had always maintained a clean image, never engaging in any affairs despite his long business career.

Mason's fair Adam's apple moved slightly.

Suddenly, a pair of soft hands gently touched his face, bringing a refreshing sensation. Mason opened his bloodshot eyes.

The girl's face was slightly flushed. She leaned in and kissed his lips.

This kiss seemed to ignite Mason's desires that had been suppressed for 25 years. He swiftly turned, pressing the girl beneath him.

At that moment, he saw her face clearly. It was Zoe.

He didn't like Zoe, but deep within his body, the dormant desire led them into the abyss.

In the footage, in the memories, Mason was rough.

He had never been with a woman before, and even without the influence of alcohol, he wouldn't have been gentle. There was almost no kissing. He just entered her.

The woman's fair legs slowly dripped with crimson blood.

She cried out in pain.

He, on the other hand, relished it, holding her slender waist and indulging in the act repeatedly.

The subsequent events were etched in their memories.

Mason fast-forwarded the clip, skipping to the next morning's notorious scene. It was him and Zoe leaving the hotel, surrounded by journalists. The footage was clear, and opposite them was room 6201.

Everything froze.

Mason pulled Zoe into his arms, briskly removing her coat and revealing her fair body.

After three years, she had gained a bit more curves, making her even more enticing.

He whispered in her ear, his voice icy. "Did you see it? Room 6201 is across from us, and you entered room 6202. It's my room. Yet, you dare claim innocence, saying that it wasn't a deliberate attempt to sleep with me and get married?

"Congratulations, Mrs. Lockwood. This title will accompany you until death. There won't be a divorce, only widowhood."

When he thought about her pictures with Cecil, Mason's words became even more heartless.

"Even if one day I lose interest in your body, you must still cherish this title. After all, you schemed your way into it, didn't you?"

Zoe's body trembled.

She couldn't accept this reality. Clearly, she had entered room 6201 that night.

'Why did it become room 6202? How could this... how was it possible…'

In Mason's eyes, she was a scheming woman, but he still slept with her for three years. Even now, he could tolerate sleeping with her despite the disgust, but she couldn't bear it.

Zoe cried out in pain.

She wasn't weak, but that absurd night of crying made her unsure of whom to blame now.

Mason sneered.

He gently embraced her waist, flipping her onto the sofa.

Perhaps stimulated by the video, he quickly became aroused.

Undoing his belt, he slid down his pants, seemingly with no intention of undressing further, preparing to engage in such an act with her.