Chapter 2 You'd Dare Divorce Me

In the dark night, a black Cayenne sped down the road.

It was tense the entire car ride.

Belinda crossed her arms over her chest, staring out of the front window. "Are you insane?" she snapped for what seemed to be the umpteenth time that night.

Arvin sneered. "I'm insane? Have you seen yourself? Jumping up and down on the pole like some...like some prostitute? Shame on you."

"Oh, so now I can't dance?"

She turned to him, eyes shining with fury. "You're such an ass. This is my job. I earn my own money. What's wrong with that, Mr. Xue?"

"It's your job?"

Blue veins poked out of his forehead as Arvin gripped the steering wheel even tighter. "I never knew you were such a slut," he spat. "A disgrace to the Xue Family."

"Oh, that's right...the Xue Family, I almost forgot."

She gasped mockingly. "Oh, wait, that's right! I don't care! When have you actually treated me like I'm part of the family, huh?"

The car drove into a tunnel and everything turned pitch black. Belinda closed her eyes and thought back to the time she'd married into the Xue Family.

The guests were all toasting to each other in the reception. Crystal lamps hung over the ceiling, illuminating the bride's attractive features.

However, just as she was enjoying the party, somebody hurried towards her. "Belinda," she stuttered. "Mrs. Xue, Mr. Xue drove away with his friends and that they'd rest in B City for a while."

Arvin had just finished the wedding ceremony and left his bride behind. He'd rather be with his friends than be with his wife.

The gossip had spread like wildfire overnight. After that, everyone took her as a joke--a woman with nothing more than a title.

The next time she met him, they had a fight.

Arvin sneered at her.

"There are so many beautiful women surrounding me. I don't need you. If you really want to, you can pack up and leave the Xue Family. I can't be bothered being attached to a superficial woman like you."

It was the first time she ever felt so furious. She called him a bastard and stomped out.

But it wasn't as if she could walk out and divorce him.

It was her grandpa's last wish for her to marry Arvin, and it was his grandmother who had been preventing her from even thinking about the divorce. Belinda just couldn't hurt the old lady, so all she could do was swallow the bitterness.

Since then, they lived separately. Belinda didn't ask any financial support from the man. Instead, she found herself a stable job at the Night Club.

However, she didn't expect that Arvin would drag her off the stage!

The more she thought about it, the more furious she got. Out of anger, she kicked the front of the car.

"Fucking asshole!" she screamed.

"What the hell are you doing?"

he snarled. "Stop it. You're making a fool out of yourself."

"So what?"

Belinda just raised her chin in reply, giving it another kick.

"You!" He sneered. "You know what? Screw you."

Arvin stepped on the gas and sped to 120 miles per hour. In just a few minutes, the car drifted across the lane and stopped right in front of the Xue Family's villa.

Holding back his anger, he got out of the car and slammed the door.

Belinda loosened the grip she had over her seat. She shook the dizziness off as she took a deep breath. Once she calmed down, she got off the car.

She frowned when she saw Arvin smoking in the living room.

Belinda was about to pass him, when he called for her. "Stop."

She rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"

"You're not allowed to go to that bar again."

"And why is that?"

She scoffed. "From what I understand, this is none of your business."

"I said no,"

he stated, taking a long drag from his cigarette. "Do you really want to striptease? Do you really want to bring more shame to yourself?" His smile turned into a sneer.

"I'm warning you. If this happens again..."

"What?"

Belinda interrupted, raising her eyebrows. "What would you do? Divorce me?"

Arvin jumped up from his seat, glowering at her.

"You know my grandmother wouldn't agree with this."

"So what?"

She scoffed. "Do you really think I want to be with you? If it weren't for your grandmother or my grandfather, I'd be out of here!"

"You!"

He clenched his fists.

A part of him wanted to punch her, but he held himself together. She was a woman, and no matter how angry he might be, he'd never hurt a woman. "I won't allow such a shameful thing to happen again," he said lowly.

'If others were to find out about this, I'd be humiliated,' he thought.

However, Belinda wasn't finished. She raised her eyebrow. "Do you think I'm a disgrace?" she asked, shrugging. "Fine, I can divorce you."

'Divorce me?'

Arvin's eyes widened.

He had always followed his grandmother's orders. If he were to divorce Belinda, she'd be furious.

If not for his grandmother's request, he wouldn't marry her in the first place.

The china cup in his hand shattered into pieces, its shards decorating the carpets.

"Fuck off," he snarled.