Changing only for her (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 792

Chapter 792 Divorce

“You and your wife? If you really saw Wilma as your wife, you wouldn't have been so merciless toward her, nor would you have killed your own child.” Ms. Lineker had been anticipating the arrival of the baby, but he killed it.

“What?” Phineas blurted out, baffled.

All I did was hit Wilma. How did things turn out this way? I just don't like how she's always micromanaging everything.

Phineas did not have much savings, so the only reason he married Wilma was because she had enough savings for him to live a luxurious life.

In no time, Sophie and Tristan brought the bruise-covered Phineas to Wilma. The only thought in Wilma's mind when she saw him was how she wanted to kill him.

She never thought that the usually-mild-mannered man was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

“Wilma, I didn't mean it. You know how I was drunk. Please forgive me! We can have another child as long as you give me another chance. We really can,” Phineas muttered as he crawled to the side of Wilma's bed. Seemingly having reverted back to his mild-mannered ways, Phineas uttered, “Wilma, are you in pain? Tell me where you're hurting.”

Unfortunately, Wilma would no longer believe him.

When it came to domestic violence, once would bring twice, and twice would bring infinity.

“Phineas, let's get a divorce,” she said resolutely. She had been blind to have fallen for an animal like him.

However, Phineas shook his head vigorously.

“No, I don't want to get a divorce from you. I love you! I was only drunk that day. Trust me. I really, really love you. I wouldn't have married you otherwise, right?” Phineas rejected.

If he got a divorce from Wilma, he would have nothing left, and that was not something he was going to let happen.

“Phineas, it's pointless to continue this. I'm no longer into you, and I don't think we can continue living together. Let's spare each other the misery. I won't hold you accountable for this. I just want a divorce from you.”

Nothing matters anymore. I just want a divorce from him. As it turns out, I'm not suitable for love. All I wanted was a family, but this is how things turned out.

“No, I won't get a divorce from you,” Phineas persisted before kneeling on the ground. “I'll never get a divorce from you. Never! I know I've done wrong now.”

“Ms. Lineker, don't believe in his words. People like him will never change; he'll do the same in the future,” Wendy said. She felt bad for Wilma—for the elegant woman to encounter something horrible like this.

“Wendy, how can you persuade us to get a divorce? What nefarious plans are you up to?” Phineas questioned.

Wendy retorted, “Men like you should be executed. I can't believe you dared to hit a woman. You're shameless! Why don't you pick a fight with gangsters instead? Do you not have the guts to do that? Do you think you're really powerful after hitting your wife instead?”

Wendy despised men like Phineas, and she looked down on them.

Sophie and Tristan were silent at the side. However, as long as it was Wilma's wish, they would make the divorce happen.

“Ms. Lineker, we just need you to come to a decision. Whether or not he agrees to it doesn't matter because I'll settle that myself,” Sophie uttered.

They had a thousand and one ways to fulfill Wilma's wish, after all.

Wilma nodded.

“Ms. Sophie, I know it's the holiday season, but thank you. I want to get a divorce from him. I no longer have any trust in him.”