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I Refuse to Divorce!

After three years of enduring Mason’s cold neglect and his devotion to another woman, Zoe’s breaking point arrives. Abandoned during a medical emergency while pregnant, she finally chooses herself and disappears with an unsigned divorce agreement. Two years later, a transformed Zoe returns to a crowd of suitors, but Mason is obsessed with reclaiming her. Claiming their marriage never legally ended, he desperately clings to their wedding vows and refuses to let her go.
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Chapter 4

“Yeah. You gave me a hundred thousand dollars every month when my family was in trouble. However, I feel like a hooker every time I take the check from you.

“It felt like you were paying me after you had your way with me in bed!”

Mason cut her off coldly. “Is that how you see it?”

He pinched her chin softly. “Do you think hookers don’t know how to please a man sexually, like you? You don’t even know how to moan. All you did was squeal like a kitty!

“You want to divorce me, huh? Do you have any idea the kind of life you'll have if you leave me…?”

Zoe felt pain from his pinch and raised her hand to break free. He caught her hand and stared at her ring finger.

“Where’s your wedding ring?”

“I sold it off!” She said miserably. “I’m going to divorce you, Mason!”

It took everything she had to utter those words. She had loved him for six years. If it had not been for what she saw and the fireworks that night, she might have still felt compelled to lock herself in this loveless marriage for a long time to come.

However, she saw all of it and she wanted nothing to do with him.

True, perhaps she would not have an easy life after the divorce. She might just have to spend time with insufferable people to make a living, but she was not about to regret making this decision.

Zoe withdrew her hand and started packing up her stuff. Mason was displeased. He stared at her. He never thought he would live to see the day she rebelled against him in this manner.

She was actually determined to go through with the divorce.

He was filled with rage. He swept her off her feet, and threw her onto the bed. Then, he pinned her down and leaned in close.

Mason whispered in her ear, “Aren’t you doing this because of Lilith? Why aren’t you being honest, Zoe? Didn’t you do whatever it took to become my wife? What’s the matter? What made you want to give it all up now?”

Zoe was trembling underneath him. It has been such a long time, but he still thought she was responsible for what happened back then.

It might have been due to the fact that they were touching each other or her passivity. Anyhow, Mason had the sudden urge to ravage with her. He gave her a meaningful look, closed his lips over hers, and undid her silk nightgown.

Zoe was exquisite. She had a delicate figure. It would have been fine if he had not touched her, but he had to do it with her at least twice before he was sated.

He kissed her slender neck, pinned both of her hands on her sides, and held them. Mason had always been dominant when it came to sex. Zoe could never defy him. She always let him have his way with her.

However, they were getting a divorce. How was this appropriate?

“No, Mason… Stop it…”

Zoe’s voice trembled. She looked so vulnerable, her black hair spread all over the pillow. She looked so beautiful that it made him want to destroy her and claim her for himself.

Mason kissed her forcefully and mocked her, “We’re still legally married. So, why can’t we do this? You always ask me to stop when we have sex, but when have you ever meant what you said?”

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