Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

Tristan Grayson hadn’t gone far. Instead, he leaned against a wall not far from the hospital room and started smoking, one cigarette after another...

Once he had finished the entire pack, Tristan Grayson finally walked toward Maggie Monroe’s hospital room.

Looking at the small figure curled up in a ball on the hospital bed, his brows furrowed for a moment before smoothing out. In a cold, hard voice, he said flatly, "Let’s get married."

"Tristan..." Maggie Monroe, who had been sobbing quietly with her head buried in the sheets, suddenly heard those three words. She snapped her head up and cried out, her voice trembling in disbelief.

"But..."

Before Maggie Monroe could even recover from her shock and elation, Tristan’s follow-up word terrified her.

She gazed at Tristan, anxious and tense...

"But, Maggie, the one person in this world I never want to lie to is you."

"Tristan... you..." Hearing him say that, Maggie Monroe felt a panic she had never known before. ’He’s going to tell me something horrible.’

A woman’s intuition is rarely wrong. Tristan’s next words did, in fact, cause her heart to plummet from heaven into hell.

"I’m sorry. Lately, I’ve realized... I don’t like you the way I used to. I might... I might not like you at all anymore. Aside from the title you want, I can’t give you anything else."

"Tristan, how can you not like me anymore?" She had suspected for a while that he no longer loved her, that he didn’t even like her anymore. But hearing him say it with his own mouth made her heart instantly shatter into a million pieces.

The pain was so intense she could barely breathe, so sharp she felt herself about to faint.

Tristan Grayson was in no less pain than Maggie Monroe—in fact, his own anguish was many times worse. "I don’t know why I suddenly stopped liking you, either. Maybe... maybe I never really liked you from the very beginning." The realization terrified even him.

’To think he had loved someone for so many years, only to suddenly realize it had been a mistake from the very beginning. That it was never love at all.’

"What did you say?" ’From the very beginning?’ Those words struck her like a bolt of lightning, splitting her mind in two.

"I can’t control how this happened. Maggie, I think Aiden Avery might have been right... maybe I can take care of you just the same, but as a friend."

Darkness swam before Maggie’s eyes, but she willed herself to stay upright. "As a friend? You just asked me to marry you, and now you’re saying you want to do it ’as a friend’?"

"I’m sorry!"

"I don’t want your ’sorry’! I want you to marry me! Marry me now!"

"Alright..." ’He never planned on abandoning her. He would still marry her; he just had to tell her the truth.’

Maggie climbed out of bed and stumbled toward Tristan Grayson, her body trembling. She threw her arms around him, her voice choked with sobs as she spoke. "Tristan, you have to understand. You can’t leave me. If you leave me, I can’t go on living."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Maggie collapsed.

Tristan Grayson watched her crumple. He lunged forward, catching her by the waist. "Maggie!"

"Maggie?"

"Maggie?"

He called her name again and again, but she didn’t wake up, nor did she respond. Realizing she had actually passed out, he scooped her into his arms and ran out of the room, shouting, "Doctor! Doctor!"

He burst out of the hallway and into the main lobby. Several startled nurses scrambled to find a doctor, while another rushed over with a gurney.

The commotion was so great that his frantic shouts drew the attention of everyone in the lobby. Among the onlookers was Mika Summers, who was sitting in a chair, hooked up to an IV drip.