Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

"Tristan, it’s a little too late for that. If you had just agreed to my terms, I naturally would have let her go. But now... I’ve changed my mind."

Tristan Grayson clenched his fists and snarled, "Gia Miller, don’t you go too far!"

"Tristan, if you refuse, then your little family of three... tsk tsk... will probably all die right here."

Jared Miller couldn’t hold back any longer and spat angrily, "Gia, why are you wasting your breath on him? Tristan Grayson is the reason our Miller Family is in this state, and he thinks he can just walk out of here alive? In his dreams!"

"Brother..." All she wanted was Tristan. As for the other woman, she couldn’t care less...

Seeing Gia was about to say more, Jared Miller raised a hand to stop her. "Today, this family of three must all die here!"

When she heard Jared Miller’s words, Mika Summers’s body trembled violently again. She stared blankly at Tristan for about three or four seconds before snapping back to reality. She put on Tristan’s jacket, wrapping it tightly around herself as she shakily rose to her feet. "Why? This is between you. Why are you dragging my child into this?"

Tristan turned to look at Mika, his brow furrowed in anguish. He gave a slight shake of his head...

Mika saw Tristan’s gesture. She knew he was telling her not to say anything, but right now, all she knew was that these people wanted to kill Tristan, her, and her child.

’This child... ever since I got pregnant, I haven’t given him a single day of peace.’

’Now, they’re even going to harm him... he’s going to die before he’s even born...’

’Maybe... maybe this child should never have been conceived. Maybe I should never have gotten pregnant...’

’It’s time for this ill-fated relationship between me and Tristan to end...’

At this thought, her hand inside her sleeve tightened around a pistol. With her finger on the trigger, she raised her hand and aimed it at her own head. Her gaze turned resolute and icy. "Tristan Grayson, let it end here. Let everything end!"

"What are you doing?" Tristan watched her, a sharp pang striking his heart. He cried out in a panic, "Put it down! Put it down right now!" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"I won’t! Gia Miller, do you think you’re the only one who hates Tristan Grayson? Do you think you’re the only one who wants revenge on him?" She hated him just as much. It was just that her hatred ran so deep that, in the end, perhaps all that remained was this pitiful, pathetic love.

Gia Miller watched, stunned by the scene. She struggled to maintain her composure, to hide her panic. "What do you think you’re doing?" She did hate Tristan Grayson—hated him enough to kill him. She’d wanted to kill this woman, too. But now that the moment had truly arrived, she suddenly... suddenly began to pity her. This woman loved Tristan as deeply as she did, but Tristan would never love her...

Because no woman could ever compare to Maggie Monroe. For years, she had watched Tristan’s obsession with Maggie, hating it with every fiber of her being. She had even schemed to make that woman disappear, secretly having someone inform Grayson and hiring reporters to spread the news that Tristan was two-timing, all for the sake of eradicating the woman he loved.

Her target had never been this woman; she had never paid her any mind. But she never imagined that this woman would end up in Tristan’s bed, pregnant with his child...

"I’ll die so he can live!" If they wanted revenge, there could be no better form than this.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Put the gun down!"