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I refuse to divorce

Astrid waited for Joshua all night as she usually did... And the first thing she received, instead of a cold greeting, was the divorce papers. "Why?" were her only words when she saw the agreement. Joshua looked at her indifferently. "It's enough. It's a waste of time to continue this marriage. In the first place, if it weren't for my grandfather, I wouldn't have married you... Sign it!" he shouted. Astrid, her eyes filled with tears, hurriedly took the divorce agreement and put it in her mouth. "I don't want a divorce!" Astrid cried. Joshua didn't respond, he just looked at her and walked away. After all, it was difficult to get into the heart of someone like Joshua. She stood firm in her decision. She had married to take care of her mother's health... Until she lost her too, leaving her with nothing left to hold on to. "He doesn't feel anything for me," she said, wiping her teary eyes. "In the future, I will never appear in front of him again." She took her luggage and, accompanied by a heavy snowfall, disappeared along with her footprints in the snow. She left behind only her signature on the divorce agreement. With a trembling body, she escaped. Five years later, a little boy reminded her of the person she tried to forget.
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Chapter 4

After lunch, Joshua took Marilyn to another of his properties, another private villa.

When they arrived, Marilyn looked around and soon realized that it didn't seem to be the same place Joshua had taken her to last time. Although she had only been to his house once before, she was sure that it definitely wasn't here. This was somewhere else.

But Marilyn didn't ask; she was sure Joshua must have his own reasons for bringing her here, and she simply trusted him because he had never let her down before.

The moment he turned on the light, the room slowly emitted a purple glow, dotted with tiny points of light, as if it were a starry sky.

"This is it?" Marilyn looked at Joshua in surprise. So he still remembered!

Five years ago, when she and Joshua first met, she casually mentioned that she liked the starry sky, and Joshua remembered it for five years.

"This is my other home. I remember you said you liked the stars. When I saw this room for the first time, I thought you would like it if I brought you here, so I bought this place." Joshua looked tenderly at Marilyn; it was in this place and at this moment that he felt she belonged to him.

Only here could it be his home. That place... He thought about it, a hint of disgust flashing across Joshua's face. That place wasn't as comfortable as a hotel, but if it weren't for his grandfather, he would have gotten rid of the undesirable Astrid immediately. But now that his grandfather was dead, it was only a matter of time before that trash left. As soon as she did, he could propose to Marilyn.

What could that scum know compared to the talented Marilyn? All Astrid had was a pretty face.

"Joshua?" Marilyn's hand waved in front of his face. "What are you thinking about?"

Marilyn tilted her head slightly and looked at Joshua. Joshua's heart raced, and his jumbled thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind. "Come with me." With those words, he pulled Marilyn along, and they went upstairs.

The moment the door opened, the starry sky made Marilyn's eyes redden. In fact, when she first saw Joshua, she couldn't help it, but she didn't want Joshua to see her like that, so she tried to hide her tears.

"Well? Do you like it?" Looking at Marilyn at that moment, Joshua felt so happy that he even wished time would stop forever and just let him and Marilyn stay together.

"It's so beautiful! I've never seen such a beautiful sky abroad." Marilyn was so captivated by the starry sky that she didn't even notice Joshua's affectionate gaze.

"I'm going to get jealous if you keep looking like that!" Joshua gently caressed his beloved's face. He had worked hard for this day. Originally, it was a cloudy day. Joshua had contacted the weather office to get rid of the clouds so that Marilyn could see such a starry sky on her first day back, and since it was slightly away from the city, the starry sky was really beautiful at that moment.

Her face was slightly red, and she gently pulled away. Joshua smiled and felt a little remorseful. What was wrong with him? Marilyn had just returned; he couldn't be so anxious, or he would scare her away.

Looking at his beloved, who was staring at the sky in fascination, Joshua placed a blanket over Marilyn. Although the third floor had an insulated glass layer, he was still uneasy, fearing that she would catch a cold; it made him feel restless.

At that moment, Joshua's phone rang.

Joshua frowned. Who the hell was disturbing his and Marilyn's world at this moment?

When he saw Astrid's name on the phone screen, Joshua clenched his fist tightly. Even at this moment, in the place that belonged only to him and Marilyn, someone calling was already bothering him, but seeing that Marilyn had returned, he would grudgingly forgive her.

But it was her! Only that useless woman. How dare she call him? How dare she come and disturb his first meeting with Marilyn after three years?

"Joshua? Your phone is ringing. Why aren't you answering it?" The sound of the phone caught Marilyn's attention, and she turned her head to look at Joshua, but she didn't notice the glimmer of panic on Joshua's face, as it was dark.

"Oh, it's nothing," Joshua said casually before hanging up the phone. What could that trash want? She was probably calling to ask when he was coming home.

Home? Hmmm, it's ridiculous, no matter how you look at it, you can't call that place home.

Marilyn became a little agitated. "But what if it's important...?" Before Marilyn could finish her words, she was interrupted.

"No way," Joshua realized his outburst and regained the sweetness he had just shown. "Nothing is as important as you, nothing can disturb us today."

Seeing Joshua's unusual reaction, Marilyn was a little scared. That feeling was like tonight's dinner, it made her uncomfortable, but Joshua's words told her that there was nothing hidden, and that they had agreed before that there would be no secrets.

Marilyn turned back to see who it was, but then Joshua turned the phone back without thinking. Marilyn frowned. She felt that something must be going on because Joshua was panicking. It was the first time she had seen Joshua like this; even when he introduced her to his parents for the first time, he had a calm and composed look on his face.

No, she had to know who that person was!

Joshua's skeptical eyes were visible to Marilyn. Her heart ached.

He really wanted to tell Marilyn that it was someone he could never be with, he wanted to tell Marilyn that it was only her in his heart, but not yet. The marriage certificate was like an invisible shackle that bound him to Astrid.

If he told Marilyn right now, Marilyn would definitely understand and leave him. But... No, he couldn't let that happen. Even if he had to bear all of Astrid's resentment, he couldn't let Marilyn know. As long as there was even the slightest chance that Marilyn would leave him, no matter what it took, he wouldn't let Marilyn know.

Damn it, if it weren't for that trash. If that scum had calmly signed the divorce agreement yesterday, he wouldn't be in this situation now! Everything was like this because of that damn infiltrator! Now he couldn't be with his precious Marilyn!

How selfish Astrid was! Blinded by her own selfish desires, forcing two people who loved each other to separate, Astrid White was truly a ruthless woman.

Joshua's hatred for Astrid deepened again. Of course, Joshua didn't show it to Marilyn. He would definitely find a way to get Astrid to leave him immediately.

"It's a client. Well, it's a little cold here. Shall we go downstairs?" he said, and this time he was about to take Marilyn's hand.

But Marilyn's hand withdrew, and Joshua's hand stopped in midair.

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