Remington looked up, his gaze icy cold.


    “I don’t have time for your make–believe games. Take it back.”


    “I’m serious.”


    Remington tossed the pen he was holding without a hint of emotion. The steel pen ttered on the


    desk, striking a chord in Lizetta’s heart.


    “Divorce reasons, huh? Bad breath and azoospermia? You know spreading rumorses with


    consequences,” his voice was chilly.


    Lizetta felt a twinge of guilt about this, her eyshes fluttering slightly.


    “I didn’t start those rumors. I’ve spelled out the reasons for the divorce clearly.”


    Remington flipped through the papers, his eyesnding on the annotated reasons for divorce, his look


    growing even colder.


    “Huh, care to exin what ‘no love, no sex, a marriage in name only‘ means?”


    Lizetta pressed her lips, “Just stating the facts.”


    Remington stood up, his long legs taking him around the desk. His towering presence forced Lizetta to


    sidestep until her lower back was pressed against the solid desk.


    With a stretch of his arm, he easily cornered her with nowhere to retreat. He leaned in close, his voice


    simmering with fury by Lizetta’s ear.


    “Stating the fact? Who was the manst night who made you moan non–stop, the one you clung to,


    begging him not to leave?”


    Thinking aboutst night brought tears to Lizetta’s eyes. The more fiery the start, the more deste the


    end.


    She put her hand against his chest, “Severely underperforming, are you saying a ny–year–old man


    who’s good to go once every three years should shout about his sex life through a megaphone?”


    Last night was an exception, and besides, her husband wouldn’t even kiss her.


    A vein throbbed in Remington’s forehead; this woman dared to mock his manhood. Her pushing only


    fueled his anger further. He gripped her wrist, his chest pressing forward.


    Lizetta was forced to lean back; years of dance training made her back as flexible as a willow branch


    against the desk, her hair spilling across it. This position caused Lizetta’s chest to heave against his


    sturdy torso.


    Remington’s voice was cold, “I had no idea you were so needy. Who are you nning to find to satisfy


    you after the divorce, Mrs. Dashiell?”


    Lizetta, infuriated, tried to kick him, but her leg was trapped by his long limb. His legs were like iron


    bars, and Lizetta couldn’t break free, identally brushing against something she shouldn’t have and


    freezing up


    She was discussing divorce, and Remington was getting a reaction.


    “You jerk!” Lizetta was red–faced with frustration.


    Remington sneered, “Mrs. Dashiell, your unsatisfied desires isn’t this exactly what you’ve been


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    Lizetta’s face went pale; he had always med her.


    “That night, I truly didn’t know what happened.”


    “The drink was handed to me by you, and only you registered your fingerprint to enter the bedroom


    besides me. Who else could it be if not you?”


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    Lizetta choked up; no more exnations would work. He was convinced she had betrayed his trust,


    and she was at a loss for words.


    They went from being as close as siblings toplete strangers. She felt as if she was back on that


    morning, waking up to his fury and his piercing words.


    “Lizetta, I didn’t fricking raise you all prim and proper just for you to climb into my bed!”


    Tears welled up in Lizetta’s eyes, her pale face reflecting her pain, “I regret it, okay? Take that as me


    being regretted.”


    Remington’s scoff was cold.


    “Knowing you’re the sinner, just be a good Mrs. Dashiell! Besides, look at yourself – which part of you


    wasn’t given by the Dashiell family? A thousand square meter vi, jewels and clothes galore, a no–


    limit credit card to swipe as you please. Living in thep of luxury like this, can you survive without


    me?”


    Lizetta’s throat felt like it was filled with hot gravel as she murmured.


    “So even you never respected me.”


    He thought she was just a parasite, leeching off the Dashiell family, unworthy of her own life. Even if


    she left with nothing after the divorce, she still wouldn’t be in the same league!


    Her voice was so low that Remington, even close, couldn’t make it out.


    He frowned slightly; seeing her pale, fragile demeanor, he felt a twinge of pain in his own heart. He had


    spoken too harshly in his anger, and just as he was about to exin, a knock on the door sounded.


    Lizetta snapped back to reality; pushing Remington away with reddened eyes, she blurted out, “Then


    just watch – let’s see if I can survive without you!”