Chapter 2 Let's Divorce

Chelsea felt like her hope was shattered in an instant.

All she had given and done for Edmund in the past three years had become a joke at this moment.

"I understand." After saying this, Chelsea turned around and left the bathroom.

Her receding figure was desolate, but there seemed to be a trace of determination. Edmund subconsciously took a step forward, but soon stopped as his eyes darkened when he thought of the tricks she had played on him.

It was dinnertime in the Nelson family's mansion, but Chelsea was not in the mood to eat. So she found an excuse and asked the driver to send her back to Edmund's villa.

On the way home, she was a little dazed. Her mind was a mess. Should she give up now?

Now that Diane was pregnant, it would only be a matter of time before Edmund divorced her. Did she have to wait for that time to come?

Chelsea realized it was time to end everything. For three years, she fulfilled her duties and obligations as a wife. She did everything she could to save their marriage, so she had nothing to regret.

As soon as she got home, she took a shower and went to bed.

She was already sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt that someone bite her lips fiercely. Then he kissed her, but it was lustful and punishing.

Chelsea didn't need to open her eyes to know who he was. The familiar breath told her it was Edmund. But why did he come back? Shouldn't he be having a great time with Diane now?

Then she remembered that Diane was pregnant. It might be inconvenient for them to have sex.

Suddenly, Chelsea didn't feel sleepy anymore. She pushed the person on her body down, turned on the bedside lamp, and got out of bed.

Chelsea pulled up the messy collar of her pajamas and stood barefoot beside the bed. She looked at Edmund, who was sitting on the bed with a gloomy face, and said, "Edmund, let's divorce."

"What are you talking about? Stop making a scene!" As he spoke, Edmund's cold face was full of displeasure and impatience.

Chelsea took a deep breath, suppressed the bitterness in her heart, and repeated what she had just said. "I'm serious. Let's divorce."

This time, Edmund's face darkened.

He adjusted his posture, leaned against the headboard, squinted at her, and asked, "Are you sure?"

Chelsea pursed her lips and said nothing. Didn't that silence mean yes?

Edmund sneered, "Chelsea, do you need me to remind you again? The company run by your father and useless brother can't even make ends meet. If I didn't take care of them in the past few years, they would have gone bankrupt."

Hearing his harsh words, Chelsea trembled all over, and her face flushed with shame.

He was actually right. If it weren't for the fact that her father's and brother's company was going bankrupt, she wouldn't have walked into her father's trap and married him.

But she plucked up the courage to say, "I don't care about it anymore. I have sold myself to you for three years and tried everything to help them. I don't need to feel guilty or anything."

It seemed that dark clouds instantly gathered and shrouded Edmund's face. "You compare our marriage in the past three years to a deal?"

"Is it not?" Chelsea looked at him with tears in her eyes. "You love someone else, and you don't have any feelings for me. I'm nothing but a sex partner to you. So what's the difference between selling myself to you and marrying you in the past three years?"

"Okay. If that's what you want, then good." Edmund gnashed his teeth in anger, and his tone was filled with terrifying coldness.

"But Chelsea, let me remind you. If you divorce me, you will not be Mrs. Nelson anymore. You will lose everything you have now."

The contempt and ridicule in his voice irritated Chelsea. She looked into his frightening eyes, gave him a soft and beautiful smile, and said stubbornly, "Thank you for reminding me. I have hands and feet. Even if I collect trash or clean the bathroom for a living, I won't starve myself to death."

She also graduated from a famous university. But as soon as she graduated, she married Edmund and became a full-time housewife. She gave up her career for him.

Edmund sneered again, "Okay, go to the study at half past eight tomorrow morning. My lawyer will be there to let you sign the divorce agreement."