Walker Grant’s icy stare fell upon Iris Yates’s face.

A bone-chilling cold washed over her, and an immense pressure settled upon her. Iris Yates flinched instinctively.

She could barely keep a steady grip on the baseball bat in her hands.

"Was this your idea?"

Walker Grant remembered that Chloe Reed was always with Iris Yates.

Who knew what those two best friends cooked up in their heads all day.

It had happened once before. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

He had come home from a business trip, and Chloe Reed was there holding a leather whip, lightly tapping her own palm as she ordered him to strip.

She wanted to check his body for any marks left by other women.

That night, he was the one who left plenty of marks on her, and the whip ended up tossed under the bed.

While she was dead to the world, her phone lit up with a message from Iris Yates.

Iris: [Chloe, was it fun? Did he get on his knees? Did he beg for mercy?]

At that moment, Walker Grant’s face had darkened.

It was Iris Yates’s rotten idea!

’Are they treating me like a toy?’

"..."

So, the moment he saw Iris Yates, Walker Grant instinctively assumed she was behind this. To help Chloe Reed get a divorce, she would undoubtedly cook up some terrible scheme. Sending him another woman was something Chloe Reed would never think of on her own!

"Don’t you dare make baseless accusations!"

Chloe Reed spoke up then. "This has nothing to do with her. It was my idea!"

Walker Grant’s gaze returned to her face. Her clear eyes were still tinged with anger, and her breathing was uneven. Pinned by him on the sofa, hair in disarray and the corners of her eyes flushed red, she possessed a certain kind of tragic beauty.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice dropped even lower. "Did you really think I’d agree to a divorce just because you sent another woman to my bed?"

Chloe Reed’s eyelashes trembled.

Walker Grant leaned in close, his hot breath fanning across her ear. The words he spoke shattered her last shred of hope.

"Even if I sleep with another woman, I will never divorce you. Give up, Chloe Reed."

Then, he rose and strode out of the room.

Chloe Reed’s expression went vacant. She lay limp on the sofa, not moving for a long, long time.

Iris Yates rushed to close the door before coming back to help her up. "Chloe, what did he say to you?"

Chloe Reed’s gaze slowly shifted to her. "I was too naive."

Iris Yates looked completely baffled.

Chloe Reed took a deep breath, forcing a smile. "It’s nothing. I’m fine. You should get some sleep. I have to go to work."

’I have to go, I’m going to be late for work.’

She hastily straightened her hair, smoothed out her clothes, and then rose to leave, her face a blank mask.

But seeing her in this state, how could Iris Yates possibly relax?

She followed her out. "I’ll drive you. I can’t let you go like this."

"Okay... okay."

Chloe Reed didn’t refuse.

Iris drove while Chloe Reed sat silently in the passenger seat.

Walker Grant’s cold, mocking words echoed in her ears.

’I thought he would let me go if he was with someone else.’

’I never imagined it was all just wishful thinking.’

Walker Grant had seen right through her plan and ruthlessly cut off her only way out.

Her mind went blank, and a dull ache spread through her heart.

’What was she supposed to do now?’

’Was she doomed to keep struggling in this painful marriage?’

"Iris, pull over. I need to make a call," Chloe Reed said, composing herself.

"Oh, okay."

Iris obliged, pulling the car over to the side of the road.