A surge of inexplicable emotion welled up in Carlisle's chest, his eyes reddening as he glared at Katrina with gritted teeth. "Divorce? Don't even think about it. I won't agree."
Katrina furrowed her brows in surprise. There was a faint, mocking smile tugging at her lips. "Carlisle, haven't you always wanted to marry Shirley to make up for those regrets from your youth? I'm willingly stepping aside now—what's there to disagree with?"
"I've already told you that there's nothing between me and Shirley! Stop this nonsense!" he snapped, his frustration mounting. "Do you know how ridiculous this sounds? How will Shirley and Ivy hold their heads high if someone finds out?"
Katrina let out a cold, sardonic laugh. "Oh, now you care about appearances? Where was this concern when you were parading her around town?
"Everyone in the social circles of Phoypolis knows Shirley is your mistress. What's the point of pretending to be virtuous now? Don't you think that's a bit hypocritical?"
Her words struck a nerve, igniting the fury simmering within Carlisle. He barked, "Enough! Can you let go of the past already? I've treated you more than fairly—don't push your luck!"
Disappointment filled Katrina's gaze, though she no longer held any expectations for Carlisle.
"If that's how you feel, then sign the divorce agreement. Once it's done, I won't be in your way anymore."
The word "divorce" made Carlisle's expression darken further. He felt an unshakable irritability clawing at him. "I won't sign the paper. Forget it. Stop dreaming about it."
Fearing she might say something even more unbearable, Carlisle stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
A few moments later, the sound of a car starting echoed outside, fading into the distance.
Katrina sat on the edge of the bed, exhaustion etched on her face as her eyes fell on the shredded divorce papers in the trash. Frustration churned in her chest.
She had finally decided to end this marriage, but Carlisle refused to cooperate.
She didn't understand—she had no more value to offer him, so why wouldn't he just let her go?
But her decision was firm. If he wouldn't agree now, she would wait. Eventually, he would tire of this fight and relent. She just had to be patient.
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