30 Days Till I Divorce My Husband novel Chapter 458

"I can't do this anymore, Taylor. I don't want to have your kids. I can't stand you. I hate how you forced me, manipulated me. I don't want any of your gifts. I'm giving them all back."

"Please, just let me go. I can't keep living like this."

Leonora rarely lost her temper, but this was a different level of fury.

And it was all because Taylor had forced her hand.

If he hadn't drugged her and taken her away, would she be in this mess?

As Leonora vented, Taylor seemed to lose his own anger. After all, she was six years younger and easy to bully.

So, it wasn't until she had smashed almost everything around her that Taylor finally approached, gently ruffling her hair. "Got quite the temper, huh? Taking swings at me now."

The way Taylor's palm rested on her head made Leonora's grievances bubble up.

Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at him. "Taylor, what do you even want from me? What will it take for you to let me go?"

"You've already been with me for two years. For someone of your status, how can you stick with one person for so long without getting bored? Why haven’t you moved on?"

Leonora had hoped from the start that Taylor would quickly tire of her, that he'd push her aside soon enough.

But two years had passed, and he hadn't grown tired of her?

Taylor chuckled at her indignation and sat beside her, tenderly wiping away her tears with a tissue. "Who says people with money and status need to change partners all the time? Being with you is fine. Besides, no one else is as comfortable as you."

Before meeting Leonora, Taylor had never been a one-woman man, with countless girlfriends and even more rumors of flings.

But something about being with Leonora made him settle down.

Maybe it was because he was getting older and more stable, or perhaps after being with Leonora, other women just didn’t interest him anymore.

Leonora, wiping away her tears, retorted, "So, I should thank you, then?"

She said, her nose bubbling in the process.

Taylor laughed, cleaning her up. "Now you're blowing bubbles."

Leonora took the tissue from his hand, annoyed. "I'm just this messy. Better ditch me soon!"

Taylor caressed her face, then kissed her cheeks and lips. "I don’t mind. I'm not leaving."

At Taylor's relentless pursuit, Leonora found herself out of arguments.

It felt like her anger had just been punching into a pillow.

How did she end up with someone so implacable? Aside from her looks and a decent figure, she didn’t see what he found in her.

Taylor wasn’t supposed to be shallow.

Yet, her face, her figure, her meekness, and those innocent eyes were precisely what caught Taylor’s fancy.

Most importantly, Taylor found her amusing. Her occasional temper tantrums were a source of entertainment for him.

Leonora turned away, silent, as Taylor continued, "Leonora, this isn't so bad. We're meeting each other's needs without interfering in our lives."

Leonora scoffed internally, wondering how someone could make not wanting to commit sound so noble.

Though Taylor’s words sounded kind, she wasn’t naive. His veiled threat was clear.

He was essentially telling her to stay in line, promising her family’s aspirations would be met as long as she behaved. But if she upset him, not only could her parents forget about their careers, but their current lives and jobs could be at risk too.

Taylor appeared to be helping her, but in reality, he was flexing his power over her.

He was letting her know he could easily manipulate her and her family’s fate.

Leonora understood Taylor’s implication: she had to comply, to stop making a fuss, to forget about leaving him.

He lived too cunningly, too adept at manipulating human nature, and his emotional intelligence was high enough to disguise his threat as a favor.

Staring into Taylor’s eyes, Leonora was certain, had she a knife in her hand, she would have stabbed Taylor right then.

No mercy shown, not in the slightest.

As Taylor’s words hung in the air, Leonora’s phone, recently tossed aside in a fit of frustration, began to ring.

Glancing down, she saw it was a call from her mom.

With a sigh, Leonora, barefooted, slid off the bed to retrieve her phone and answer the call.

"Mom," she greeted, and immediately, Shania’s voice came through, laced with concern, "Arielle, it's already eleven o’clock. Why aren’t you home yet? It’s not safe for a girl to be out so late. Why don't you invite Joselyn over to spend the night? You two can catch up in your room."

Hearing her mom’s gentle chiding, Leonora cast a guilty glance at Taylor, then averted her eyes and replied, "Mom, I’m on my way back now."

With that, she ended the call.