Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

Her cold voice made Tristan Grayson stop in his tracks, and his heart gave a sharp pang. "What is it?"

"This morning, I went to the hospital for a painless abortion..." Mika Summers pushed herself into a sitting position and placed the proof of abortion she was holding onto the table.

A deafening roar filled Tristan’s mind, drowning out everything else.

"Tristan, just like you said on the day we divorced, I just want us to part ways amicably."

Tristan steadied himself, his face darkening as he forced the words out. "Say that again." He couldn’t believe a single word she was saying. ’It was our child. How could she be so heartless...?’

Mika Summers swallowed her tears and said with a cold laugh, "I said I want us to part ways amicably."

"Not that. The sentence before. If you have the guts, say it again."

"Heh..." Mika said, closing her eyes in anguish. "Tristan, I had a painless abortion this morning. Did you hear me clearly that time?"

He’d heard her. Of course, he’d heard her perfectly clearly. He just never would have dreamed she could be so cruel. He took a step back, his voice a low, agonized growl. "I don’t believe you. Mika, you have to be lying to me, right?"

Suppressing a storm of emotions, Mika Summers struggled to her feet. She snatched the proof of abortion from the table, spun around, and threw it viciously at Tristan’s face. "I’m not lying! This was your choice, Tristan! Don’t you dare blame me! I asked you one last time yesterday! You’re the one who didn’t want me! You’re the one who refused to keep me...!"

"I didn’t abandon you! And I didn’t abandon the child! Mika, let me explain! I swear I never wanted to lose either of you!" Faced with her aggression, Tristan stepped forward anxiously, grabbing her arm in a tight grip as he explained frantically.

When Tristan’s hot hands touched her, her entire body froze. Then, with a surge of pain and fury, she struggled out of his grasp. "Tristan, I’ve had enough! Don’t touch me!"

Tristan had never been so terrified. "Okay, I won’t touch you. Just tell me... it’s not true about the baby, right? It’s a lie?" As he spoke, his eyes were already turning red.

No one knew how desperately he had longed for this child. No one knew just how much he wanted this child...

But Mika’s next words stabbed straight into Tristan’s heart. "I’m not lying. Why would I lie to you? Tristan... our baby is gone."

As if by reflex, Tristan raised his hand. SLAP—! The force of the blow sent Mika stumbling back several steps before she collapsed onto the sofa.

She clutched her cheek, which was already numb with pain, and glared at Tristan. But before she could utter a word, he was on her, looming over her. "You vicious woman! How could you do it?! That was your child, too!" As he spoke, he wrapped a hand around her neck, his eyes filled with a sinister, cruel light.

"I couldn’t bring myself to do it... but Tristan, this is what you chose." Mika stared back at him, her eyes red but defiant. This time, she didn’t shed a tear.

He switched from one hand to two.

Both his hands tightened around her neck. "I’m going to kill you! I’ll make you die with my child!"

"If you have the guts... then kill me... COUGH... COUGH..." She still refused to back down, continuing to provoke him.

Hearing her defiant words, and then seeing her eyes squeeze shut in pain as she began to cough violently, Tristan seemed to snap out of it as if shocked. He instantly let go and scrambled away from her...