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Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 1 I Want a Divorce
“Want me to be harder?” His deep voice echoed in the dimly lit bedroom, accompanied 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 particularly 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 flat
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?”
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 slammed 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 consolation was that at least she made the right choice to leave, before it was too late…
Early the next day, Elijah returned to the villa, deep dark circles under his eyes from exhaustion.
He ordered his maid Nora, “Tell Cordelia to come 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 slammed 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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