Chapter 6

Seraphina POV

I continued mockingly, "Since you feel you owe Vivian so much, let's divorce and you can marry her."

Adrian's expression instantly darkened. "Must you keep causing trouble like this? Vivian just wants a job to live properly and earn money to care for her sick mother. I simply gave her a job. Why do you hate her so much?"

"I don't hate her," I said expressionlessly. "As long as you sign divorce papers with me right now, I don't care what you do with her. It doesn't matter to me."

Adrian's pupils contracted sharply, as if this statement had struck a nerve.

He suddenly leaned forward, hands braced on either side of my body, trapping me between the hospital bed and his chest. "Seraphina, between us, it's always breaking up or divorce. Have you ever actually loved me?"

This question almost made me laugh out loud.

He was actually asking if I'd ever loved him?

"Let me tell you, Seraphina—divorce? Don't even think about it." Adrian gritted his teeth. "In this lifetime, even in death, you can only be Mrs. Hunt!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang in his pocket.

Adrian frowned, pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen. It was Vivian calling.

He hesitated, but still answered in front of me.

The moment the call connected, Vivian's panicked voice came through. "Is this the police? I'm... I'm being harassed. I'm so scared..."

"Vivian?" Adrian's expression darkened. "It's me. Who's harassing you?"

The other end went quiet for a second. Then came Vivian's tearful, startled voice. "Mr. Hunt? I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was too scared. I called the wrong number..."

"Tell me, who's harassing you? Where are you now?" Adrian's tone grew urgent.

"I'm... I'm at Golden Moon Club... for the company's South District project... but Mr. Watson was touching me inappropriately..."

Vivian's voice was broken and intermittent, mixed with sobs.

"Don't be afraid. I'm on my way!"

Before Vivian could finish, Adrian had already hung up. He didn't even look at me again. He turned and strode quickly out of the hospital room, his entire body tense with anxiety.

I watched his retreating back. The warmth in my eyes disappeared completely.

This marriage—no matter what, I had to end it.

I stayed in the hospital for several days. During that time, Adrian didn't appear again.

But that unknown number kept persistently sending messages.

[Do you know? Ever since I told him a client harassed me that day, he not only taught that person a lesson but also canceled the cooperation with them. He's even worried I'll be harassed again, so now he personally drives me to and from work every day.]

After my fever completely broke and the wounds on my knees began to scab over, I checked myself out of the hospital and finally replied to that unknown number.

[If you want what you're after, meet me at the café near Hunt Corporation in one hour.]

One hour later, at the café.

When I arrived, Vivian was already sitting there.

I sat across from her, ordered a glass of water, then pushed a thick manila envelope across the table toward her.

Vivian looked at me. "What's this...?"

"My divorce agreement with Adrian."

At those words, surprise mixed with a hint of secret joy flashed in Vivian's eyes.

But then she looked confused. "What do you mean by this?"

I said coldly, "Don't you want to be Mrs. Hunt? I'm divorcing Adrian. I'm giving you a chance."

Vivian hastily put on an aggrieved expression. "Mrs. Hunt, you've really misunderstood me. Mr. Hunt and I..."

"Enough, Vivian. There are only the two of us here. You don't need to perform for me." My eyes were cold. "You've found every way to cling to Adrian's side. We both know what you're really after."

Vivian looked me over, suspicious. "How do I know you're not recording this?"

Worthy of being the woman who'd manipulated Adrian—her vigilance was strong enough.

"Don't worry. If I wanted to do that, I wouldn't have waited until now." My expression was blank. "A man who's been physically and emotionally unfaithful isn't worth me exhausting myself to keep by my side."

Vivian studied me skeptically, saying nothing.

I continued, "I've mentioned divorce to him. He refuses. If you want what you're after, make him sign this divorce agreement."

I'd prepared this divorce agreement long ago, but I could never find an opportunity to get Adrian to sign it.

Adrian wouldn't agree to divorce me. I had no choice but to come to Vivian.

I'd thought Vivian would readily agree.

Vivian scoffed mockingly. "Don't be ridiculous. He transferred most of his shares to you. If you divorce, he'd essentially be leaving with nothing. I'm not that stupid. I won't make him sign something like this."