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Roberto saw all this and became even more regretful. He had foolishly thrown away gold and settled for hardened ordure in the form of Miriam. He hated himself, and with his company now performing poorly, on the verge of bankruptcy, he took to drinking, further repulsing his unhappy wife. Out of spite, she handed him divorce papers, demanding half of what he owned.He signed it and let her go. He eventually sold his mansion and relocated to an apartment in a quiet neighborhood or more precisely, the neighbourhood where Lily dwelled. Even though he knew he wasn't worthy, he still wanted to try his luck at winning her back, and he was determined to do so regardless of shame and public scorn.One morning, while preparing to get into her daily ride, Lily was unexpectedly stopped by Roberto. He fell to his knees and begged her for forgiveness, promising he would make it up to her, but she ignored him. Just as she wanted to enter the car, he brought out a pocket knife and threatened to kil
Roberto was left dazzled after his ex-wife stepped into the hall in an outfit fit for royalty. Miriam noticed her husband was enraptured by this designer, and her love for Peony started morphing into sheer hatred and jealousy.After Lily had given a little speech, she excused herself from the bustling event, planning to head towards the restroom, only for Roberto to suddenly interpose himself in her path.He asked her why she pretended not to know him earlier at the hotel's lounge. Lily tried to sidestep him, but he cornered her to the wall, telling her he regretted what he did back then. And then she reminded him that he was married and she was no longer that foolish girl who sacrificed her dreams for love. As of now, her heart was locked; she just wanted to focus on her career and retire as one of the fashion industry's legendary icons. She didn't need a man; she would rather carve her own path!When she saw that he wasn't planning on letting her go easily, she kneed him in the
Mijyne Event Hall.Roberto alighted from the vehicle and headed to the other side to open the door for his wife. Not that he was trying to be a sweet gentleman. No, he didn't even want to show his face at whatever event Miriam was going to.But... for the sake of his reputation and freedom, he had to.He was dressed in a beaded blue suit jacket, black pants and an equally black turtle-necked inner shirt. He helped his wife out of the car and gently shut the door behind her. She was wearing a beige-coloured sequinned gown that accentuated her curves and height. Miriam was indeed beautiful. A pity she had become a shrew and a blackmailing spouse.Whatever, he just wanted to get this function over with and retire to bed for good.He had decided. He would be sleeping in the guestroom tonight for some peace of mind.This place lived up to its fame. Just the parking lot spoke of grandness and riches. He could see several people, dressed elegantly, making their way over to the event hall.Re
He scowled, his brows tightening. Wh-what was she saying? What did she mean by those words?"If it weren't for you, how would he die?" Miriam continued, her confidence seemingly starting to soar.Roberto was honestly confused. How could she say such a thing?"You're trying to play mind games? That's not going to work on me," She scoffed. "This isn't a game. Roberto, mention one word about divorcing me again, and I'll help you tear down your image. You'll watch from behind bars as your treasured company hits its most-deserved nadir," Having let out this warning, she made a sharp pivot, heading towards the room's exit.Roberto, though flustered, didn't attempt to stop her. For all he knew, he was innocent. He would never kill anyone.Seeing that he wasn't frantically following her, Miriam stopped in her tracks but didn't turn back. "You do recall Myles, right?"Myles...."Myles Watson. He used to be your rival in love." Roberto remembered that man. Indeed, he had once felt the latter
"Get lost!" Miriam barked, feeling her ire increase at their presence. They weren't welcome here!"W-we saw nothing," Leona said, turning to take her leave."Sorry, ma'am. S-sorry sir," saying this with a slightly tremulous voice, the gatekeeper also made a sharp pivot and quickly followed after the ravenette."Miriam, you slapped me?!" Roberto asked, eyes widened, his tone a meld of rage and disbelief.His wife scoffed, arms folded over her chest, feet set in defiance. "I did. And so? What will you do?" she taunted."I don't hit women. But you're pushing me,""Do it if you dare," she dared him again, looking confident that he wouldn't. "See if I won't get you arrested for domestic violence."Without warning, he closed the distance between them and circled his right fingers around her throat, quickly lifting her off the ground, his eyes blazing with fury. "You bitch!"Miriam was both stunned and fleyed. She'd never expected he would do this to her. Her legs kicked about as she tried t
“I’m not going to sign that rubbish,” she spat, hitting the table once more, even harder this time.“You bitch!” Roberto was compelled to curse, his hands fisted by his sides. How dare she refuse after the lengths he’d taken to get the document ready? She was the one who fucking wanted a divorce, so convinced about it. No, she had to sign the papers and exit his home today.“Miriam, sign the papers and leave if you don’t want to get hurt.”“Get hurt?” she scoffed, a mocking laugh, “You should be more worried about yourself. You think you can survive without me?” she pointed conceitedly at herself as she asked this.“I was, before you returned to the country. And I was doing even better back then,” he shot back.“So you’re saying I’m not as good as your ex, huh? That classless Lily?”“Whatever you think. I don’t have time for your tantrums."Miriam’s face became uglier. She lunged at her husband, intending to hit him, but he grabbed her right hand, his face stern.“You want to hit me?”







