Hearing Alaric demand a divorce for the second time violently ripped the breath from Ivy's lungs.
Her eyes flushed red as she stared at him.
"Are you completely sure about this?"
Alaric didn't look at her, his own devastation rivaling hers.
He sat there, utterly unyielding.
"Yes. I've thought it through."
He had always been a confirmed bachelor.
Ivy's entrance into his life was a total accident.
If she could have given him her undivided loyalty, he would have fiercely protected their marriage until the end of time.
But she insisted on constantly dragging other men into their orbit, perpetually driving a knife into his insecurities.
If he just kept turning a blind eye and forgiving her, she would only become bolder and more careless with his heart.
He refused to let her slowly destroy him from the inside out.
Dissolving the marriage and setting her free meant her actions would no longer be his problem. Then, maybe, the bleeding would finally stop.
Ivy sat in heavy silence, out of words.
She had come here determined to beg, to coax, to grovel if necessary to keep him.
But her deep-seated pride violently rejected the idea of prostrating herself before any man.
Coupled with the massive gap in their social status, she simply couldn't bring herself to cling to him like a desperate beggar.
Letting her pride take the wheel, she calmly submitted.
"Fine. We'll divorce. I'll leave without taking a single dime."
She had brought nothing to the marriage anyway.
Even if she had everything now, she had no right to take any of Alaric's fortune.
She knew her place.
Alaric still didn't look at her.
But her swift capitulation drove a fresh spike of fury through his chest.
His fists clenched, his jaw ticking with murderous tension.
"Obviously. You have zero claim to my assets. Now get out. My lawyers will contact you with the papers."



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