Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

"Mika Summers, you’d better pray you’re not lying to me. Otherwise, I won’t let you off!" The mere thought of how this woman had run him in circles last night made him want to strangle her.

Tristan Grayson’s sinister words drained the color from Mika Summers’s face. The confidence in her voice vanished. "Tristan Grayson, I don’t know what you’re talking about. We have nothing to do with each other anymore. You can’t do this to me." ’I must have been a fool to think I could trick Tristan Grayson with such a petty scheme. But now, I have no choice but to keep lying with conviction.’

’Because if Tristan Grayson finds out I’m lying, not only will I have to go back to that miserable life, but Jasmine will likely get dragged into it too...’

’Tristan Grayson has never been a kind-hearted man. He wouldn’t go easy on me and forgive me for this lie just because I was carrying his child...’

’In the past three years, I’ve come to understand exactly what kind of man Tristan Grayson is: cold-blooded and heartless.’

"That’s not for you to decide!" He opened the car door, pushed her into the passenger seat, and leaned over to forcibly buckle her seatbelt.

With tears welling in her eyes, she shoved Tristan Grayson away, her voice trembling with anger as she roared, "Tristan Grayson, you promise-breaking bastard!"

Tristan Grayson shot his hand out and grabbed her wrist, his lips curling into a sneer. "Heh? Broke my promise? Miss Summers, I don’t recall ever saying I’d let you leave with my child."

"The baby is gone!"

Tristan Grayson was on the verge of a breakdown. "I don’t believe you! The baby’s still here! You’re lying to me, aren’t you?" ’Why won’t this woman just admit the baby is still alive?’

Faced with Tristan Grayson’s relentless questioning, Mika Summers was terrified. She shook her head frantically, trying to push him away. "No, no, no, no! Tristan Grayson, you selfish, tyrannical, unreasonable son of a bitch, let me go!"

"Let you go? Not unless you admit you were lying to me last night. Otherwise, don’t even think about leaving." Tristan Grayson leaned over, yanked her seatbelt into place, and reached to slam the door shut.

Mika Summers, who had been terrified just a moment ago, actually felt her agitation subside upon hearing Tristan Grayson’s words. She did her best to remain calm. ’Don’t panic. I absolutely cannot panic. The moment I show fear, Tristan Grayson will see right through me...’

’If I don’t want to go back to being tormented by Tristan Grayson, I cannot back down now. I absolutely cannot let him know about the baby. Even if he’s already found something, I have to make him believe his child is truly gone, that it was gone yesterday...’

’The baby in my womb now is my child alone. It has nothing to do with Tristan Grayson...’

After about ten seconds of silence, Mika Summers spoke, her voice level. "I didn’t lie to you. Why would I lie to you? I have no reason to! Besides, what would I possibly gain from lying to you?"

Her series of questions made Tristan Grayson pause, his hand hovering over the door. His eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions. ’She’s right, why would she lie to me? Is it just because she wants to leave? But what’s the benefit in that? By staying with me, she could get far more than a hundred million. Not just money, but fame and fortune, too. Why would she want to leave?’

"Tristan Grayson, the baby is gone. Is there any point to this?"

Mika Summers’s voice was so faint, so devoid of emotion that it made Tristan Grayson’s heart ache.

"I don’t believe it!" He didn’t understand why hearing Mika Summers say those words would suddenly make him feel so afraid, so miserable.