"Let's divorce," Marc Males said in his usual cold tone. Her husband of three years was never a talker.
Pearl Woolery stood behind Marc, gazing at his tall figure, and his cold, stern face reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window. Pearl's heart sank. Her hands clenched tightly. She trembled.
What Pearl feared most had finally come.
Marc turned around. He had a handsome face. Pearl was still mesmerized by him now.
"Can we not?" Pearl forced the words out of her throat, her eyes filled with a flicker of despair but also a glimmer of hope.
Marc frowned. He looked at Pearl coldly, noticing her reddened eyes. His frown deepened.
Pearl was beautiful. She wasn't eye-catching, but she looked innocent and pure. Her large, pleading eyes were fixed on him. She had a mole near the corner of her right eye and long, straight hair.
In Marc's eyes, Pearl was reticent and submissive. There was nothing wrong with her. Marc simply didn't love her.
Marc had a car accident that left him paralyzed from the waist down three years ago. The doctors said he might never stand again. Marc was forced to separate from his beloved then. His mother made him marry a doctor who could care for him. Marc chose a nurse from the list of admirers. Because Pearl not only had no background but was also quiet.
"I'll give you two million dollars for caring for me." There was no affection in Marc's eyes. "Or would you like something else..."
For the first time, Pearl interrupted Marc, "Why?" With her red eyes, she asked with a hint of determination and unwillingness, "Why do you have to bring up it now?"
Tomorrow was their third wedding anniversary. Pearl had made plans. She had hoped they could have many such anniversaries in their lives.
Marc's reply was cold and indifferent, destroying her hopes. "You know I don't love you. Clarissa is back. I'm gonna marry her."
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