Chapter 2 Divorce Is Impossible

When Liam Wilson heard what Rita Brown had said, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he violently
stretched out his hands for her arms, "What did you say?"

"I say, I'm divorcing you!"

This time, Rita said with extraordinary firmness, and she wanted to shake off the hands on her arms.
However, the man clasped her arms tightly.

Gazing at Rita, Liam was eager to see what she was planning in her mind, and his cold and sharp eyes
were as if they might penetrate her skin to her heart.

Although he did not know well about Rita, he knew her deep-seated obsession with him.

No matter how he had snubbed and taunted her before, she was always passionate about him.

But today, she was asking for divorce!

It's really rare.

She tried hard to have sex with him, and even made Joey die of a car accident. Marrying him to
become Mrs. Wilson and sharing his fortune and power was her goal for long time, wasn’t it?

But now, she suddenly mentioned to divorce. What did she mean?

"Well, what trick are you playing now?" He looked at Rita disdainfully.

He said it in a low voice but his tone revealed his coldness.

The living room was chilly enough at the moment to let people’s scalp numb, and the servant standing
next to them could barely breathe.



Stared at by Liam, Rita was a little perturbed.

However, thinking of the miseries of her previous life, she stood up straightly, "I’m not playing games
with you…. I had put it clearly that I want to divorce you now, right now!"

It was the first time that Rita showed her toughness and impatience towards Liam.

Rita‘s behavior was beyond Liam’s expectation.

Liam squinted, carefully looked at her, and soon found that something was wrong with Rita today.

Rita had been looking at him with firmly love in her eyes before, but today she looked at him without
any emotions.

What’s more, her tone when speaking to him was no longer flattering, but with an air of indifference and
alienation.

Although he could not figure out the exact reasons why Rita changed a lot in all of a sudden, he was
disinclined to find out the reasons, let alone to care these inconsequential matters.

Liam drew his attention back, answered coldly, "It is not you who decide to marry or to divorce. You
made great efforts to become my wife at first. Then, in the next three years, one thousand and ninety-
five days, as Mrs. Wilson, you must suffer this pain until it is enough to atone for your wrongs."

His warm breath sprayed on her face; nevertheless, she felt a biting cold air of hatred and revenge.

Rita was shocked for a second, then shook her head and shouted agitatedly, "No. I want a divorce. I'm
not going to be Mrs. Wilson."

She did not want to stay with him; she did not want to repeat the miseries of her previous life; she could
no longer bear his disgust and indifference towards her.



Therefore, she must get a divorce. She must keep away from him.

However, Liam sneered and turned to leave.

"Stop…."

Rita dragged his clothes, with her red eyes, and said in the tone of plea and instancy, "Liam, just let me
go. I am serious."

Looking at her abnormal behaviors, he frowned gently and wanted to shake off her hand, but finally did
not do so. He wondered whether she really had a fever and got out of her mind. He touched her
forehead and found she was in a high temperature!

He stood there for a few seconds, turned, and glanced at the housekeeper, "Take her to her room."

"Yes."

For Liam’s command, the housekeeper did not dare to wait another second, and hurriedly went to the
front of Rita.

"Mrs." The housekeeper bent over to Rita and made a "please" gesture toward the second floor.

Rita shook her head and refused.

But her refusal was invalid. The housekeeper obeyed Liam’s commands only.

"Excuse me, Mrs." Seeing her unwillingness to obey, the housekeeper straightened up, called another
servant, and walked toward her together with the servant.

Since she married Liam, she suffered Liam’s snub to her. It was natural for servants not to treat her as
a master. So, the housekeeper and the servant grasped her rudely.



Her arms were held by two muscular men and then she was picked up in order to make her walk to the
second floor.

Out of desperation, she stretched out her hand to grab his arm, and shouted loudly, "Liam Wilson, I
don't want to go back to my room. I want to divorce you!"

As they pulled, she scratched his arm with her sharp nails by accident and his arm was bleeding
immediately.

Not knowing if it was the scratching or her crying for a divorce, Liam lost patience completely.

He pinched her chin tightly and forced her to look at him. Liam stared at her menacingly,

"Rita, stop dreaming. Divorce is impossible."


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