Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

Tristan Grayson didn’t wait for Mika Summers to reply before hanging up. He was afraid—afraid he would hear her reject him. He didn’t know when he’d started to fear her rejection, to fear her leaving...

He gripped his phone tightly, his mind replaying her heartless words. ’Since we’ve decided to cut all ties, there’s no need for us to see each other again...’

’She doesn’t want to see me again? She wants to make a clean break?’

’He was supposed to be the one to end things. How had the roles been reversed, with her being the one to say it first...?’

His hands trembled with a mix of dejection and panic as he fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette, lit it, and began to smoke.

「The Summers Residence」

Mika Summers stared blankly at her phone for a long time before coming to her senses. She opened her contacts and gazed at an unsaved phone number, a complicated look in her eyes.

She composed herself for a moment before her trembling fingers tapped the number and dialed.

After three or four rings, the call connected. An anxious woman’s voice came through. "Hello, is that Mika Summers?"

"Yeah... it’s me... Jasmine..." Her voice was already cracking with sobs as she spoke. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Jasmine Warren cursed with a tearful laugh, "Mika Summers, you silly girl. You finally decided to call me."

"Jasmine, I’m sorry. You were right. I was being pathetic. I regret it so much now!" She could still remember it clearly. When she moved out of their dorm, Jasmine had chased after her, calling her pathetic, accusing her of selling herself for money, of being vain and materialistic. But no matter how harsh Jasmine’s words were, she had left without a second thought. Jasmine just didn’t understand. That was the man Mika Summers loved with every fiber of her being. How could she ever have been willing to give him up...

"Mika, don’t cry. What’s wrong? Did he mistreat you? Is he not treating you well?"

Hearing Jasmine’s words, Mika leaned against the bed for support and slid to the floor. "He doesn’t want me anymore..."

Jasmine Warren angrily slammed her pen down. "That bastard! I knew that guy was no good!"

"Jasmine, I need your help..."

Jasmine’s brows furrowed. "How can I help you?"

With red-rimmed eyes, Mika spoke in a low voice. "I need you to get me a miscarriage certificate."

"A miscarriage certificate? Mika, you—you’re pregnant?"

"Yes, I am." ’After that call with Tristan Grayson, I knew. He wants the child, not me. As long as I’m carrying his child, I’ll never be able to truly leave him. So, this baby...’

At that thought, she placed a hand on her stomach in anguish. ’I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry...’

"What exactly is going on?"

"Jasmine, I can’t talk freely right now at home. I’ll tell you everything after tomorrow, okay? Come pick me up at the Summers residence tomorrow morning. I’ll send you the address in a minute."

"Okay. Mika, don’t be sad. And remember, no matter what happens, I’ll always be there for you."

"Okay, thank you, Jasmine." After hanging up and sending Jasmine the address, she threw her phone to the floor. She lifted her gaze to the balcony, a scornful smile playing on her lips. ’Tristan Grayson, I’ll be sure to play my part well tomorrow. This should be the last time I ever have to act for you, right?’

The next day, bright and early, Jasmine Warren drove to the Summers residence.

When she saw the luxurious Summers Family villa, Jasmine Warren’s jaw dropped. ’Is this really the same Summers family I know???’

"Jasmine?" Mika got into the car and, seeing her friend’s stunned expression, gave her arm a little tug.

Jasmine snapped out of her daze, a little embarrassed. "Mika, this is your house?" she asked, still in disbelief.

"Yeah."

"Mika, where the hell did your brother strike it rich these last few years!"

"Uh... I don’t know..." Mika shook her head, blushing. ’Jasmine’s personality is still as fiery as ever.’