Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 88: Hate You

He was at a loss. Just what kind of woman was she?

She had clearly coveted her status as the young mistress of the Grayson family, she was so obviously in love with money, and she had so obviously been infatuated with him.

But the woman she was now?

It seemed she didn’t like him anymore, and she didn’t appear to have much interest in her status as a Grayson, either.

Any other woman would have used the fact that they’d slept together to cling to him for the rest of their lives. But this one?

’She thought sleeping with me was a humiliation?’

Heh... How ridiculous... She was the one who came on to him first. For three years of marriage, she had shown him nothing but adoration.

’And now? She has the nerve to *not* like me.’

’No. I won’t allow that to happen. Even if I don’t like her, I won’t let her go.’

’She climbed into my bed. Became my woman. There’s no way she can just leave so easily.’

’As long as I don’t say it’s over, it’s never over!’

The pain coursing through her body was a sharp reminder of the humiliation she had just endured.

In the past, no matter how Tristan Grayson humiliated her, she had never once regretted falling for him, much less marrying him.

But now, she was suddenly filled with regret. So much regret...

’If I hadn’t fallen for that tall, handsome, radiant boy on the screen, perhaps I wouldn’t be in this situation now.’

’If I hadn’t been so naive, fantasizing about marrying my idol, about becoming his wife, then maybe I’d be happy right now. So, so happy.’

’Living a simple, ordinary life—my ugly duckling life—wouldn’t that have been its own kind of happiness?’

’Mika Summers, look at you now. Trampled, with no self-respect left, all for a man you liked. Is there any reason to keep living?’

’Heh... No... That’s right... There’s no reason for me to keep living anymore...’

’Even if I know I was wrong, even if I regret it all, there’s no going back.’

’Because in this world, there’s no medicine for regret...’

The path of her life was pitch-black, devoid of light. She was in hell, struggling with all her might, but no one could save her.

Because this was the path she had chosen. Even if it ended in death, there was no turning back.

Having come to this realization, Mika Summers suddenly felt light. So very light.

It was a feeling of relief unlike any she had ever known...

She sat up in bed, her eyes completely vacant. Her voice trembled, yet it held a sliver of resolve. "Tristan Grayson, do you know what?"

Tristan Grayson’s mind had been wandering, but her voice snapped him back to the present.

He frowned, his gaze on her complex and unreadable.

She didn’t wait for him to speak, but said directly, "I hate you. I hate you so, so much! I have never hated you the way I do right now!" Although she detested Tristan Grayson, the person she hated more was herself.

’She hated her own powerlessness. Hated that even now, at a time like this, she couldn’t stop loving him.’

Her words were like a bomb dropped into Tristan Grayson’s mind.

BOOM. It detonated, catching him completely off guard and leaving him in pieces.