The CEO's Wife Wants To Divorce Him Again!

It was the beginning of December, and it was even colder than before in Frimery.

Stella Walsh lay on the bed expressionlessly, listening to the loud voice of her mother-in-law, Zoey Burton, downstairs.

"Stella! You can't give birth to a child, and that's already disappointing enough. But what time is it now? Why are you not cooking yet? Do you want to starve Adrian and me to death?"

Stella had been married to Waylon Burton for six years, and during all this time, Zoey kept scolding her for not getting pregnant.

If only Zoey knew that Waylon had never had sex with her from the beginning.

At this moment, Adrian Burton's voice came and urged, "Come down and help me pack my schoolbag. I have to go to school."

Adrian was Waylon's younger brother. He was a little devil who always made things difficult for Stella. He gave her nothing but trouble.

For Adrian, Stella was a woman easy to bully.

Stella went downstairs. She went to the kitchen mechanically and cooked. Then she packed the schoolbag and lunch box for Adrian.

After this, she called out to Zoey, "Breakfast is ready!"

Zoey walked into the dining room. And when she saw Stella's expressionless face, she got angry at once. She slammed the glass on the table and said, "Stella, you spend my son's money and live in his house. How dare you give me that impatient look! If you continue to be like that, I'll call Waylon right away and ask him to divorce you. Believe me."

Stella's hands holding the plate shook. She took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Mom, I'm not being impatient with you."

But Zoey didn't believe it at all. She said disdainfully, "Stella, don't think that because of the support of Waylon's grandmother, you can be his wife forever. You are nothing compared to Ayla. Remember that."

When Stella heard Ayla Wagner's name, her face turned pale.

Adrian thought of something. He grinned and said, "Don't you know yet? Ayla will be discharged soon. My brother will take her back to live with us."

Stella's hands trembled even more.

Zoey was disgusted when she saw Stella's appearance, thinking Stella was just pretending to be aggrieved. She snorted and waved her hand impatiently. "Don't stand in front of me. You are affecting my appetite. Get out of my sight."

Stella turned around and went upstairs without hesitation. She returned to her room and lay back on the bed.

In the evening, a Maybach stopped in front of the house.

Stella got up from the bed quickly, trotted to the balcony, and looked downstairs.

A slender and handsome man in a suit got out of the car. He was more handsome than those male stars she saw on TV.

The man seemed to feel that someone was looking at him. He looked up, and their eyes met.

There was only coldness and ruthlessness in his eyes.

Stella had already gotten used to this kind of gaze.

After Waylon entered the room, she ran a bath for him as usual. "Honey, Grandma has been staying in a monastery for almost one month. She went to the church today. In the afternoon, she called me and said she prayed for you..."

But before she could finish her words, he interrupted her, "I have something to tell you."

Stella turned to look at him.

She found that Waylon was staring at her indifferently. There was no trace of tenderness in his eyes.

His thin lips moved, and he said in a deep voice, "Ayla is coming back. You have to move out tomorrow."

Stella's heart sank at once.

Adrian was right.

"What if I don't?" Her voice was very soft.

Waylon frowned upon hearing this.

Stella had always been obedient to him. This was the first time she resisted him.

He said coldly, "Don't forget how you married me six years ago."

Of course, how could Stella forget?

At that time, Ayla had a car accident. It was Stella who called an ambulance and also gave blood to her for transfusion. Waylon was grateful to Stella. And to repay her, he promised to fulfill Stella's request.

And Stella's only request was to marry him.

This had always been her dream since she first met him in high school.

The doctor said that the possibility of Ayla waking up was very slim, so Waylon agreed to Stella's request and married her.

But from the day they got married, he had always been cold to her.

Stella raised her chin and looked straight at Waylon without flinching. "I'm your wife. Why should I move out when she comes back?"

Waylon suddenly looked at her, and his face slowly darkened. His eyes became more and more terrifying. "Because Ayla said you hit her with your car six years ago!"

Stella was stunned for a moment. Then she smiled bitterly. "If I say I didn't hit her, will you believe me?"

Waylon approached her step by step until she was trapped in a corner. He said coldly, "Do you think I will believe you?"

He stared at her with dark eyes which were now filled with disgust.

"You're a wicked woman. Do you know what I want right now? I want you to experience what Ayla has suffered." As he spoke, Waylon's face was as cold as ice.

Stella was shocked by the hatred and cruelty in his eyes.

Six years. It had been a long time. But his heart was still cold to her.

"I didn't hit her," Stella said firmly and pursed her lips tightly.

Waylon looked at her condescendingly and said coldly, "You are a smart woman. You should know what to do."

Then he left, leaving only silence in the room.

Stella looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was pale, and she looked tired.

Was this still she?

She used to be a very proud woman. But she became so humble in this relationship.

Wasn't it so ridiculous?

After a while, she took a deep breath and whispered to herself, "It's time to leave. Let go of yourself, Stella."

The next day, Waylon went to the hospital in the morning and accompanied Ayla for her follow-up checkup.

Stella, on the other hand, stood in front of the mirror, took off the apron she had worn almost every day in the past six years, and changed into a white dress. Then she went downstairs with her suitcase.

Adrian was in the living room. He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, watching TV. When he looked up and saw Stella, he asked, "Hey, where are you going?"

But Stella didn't answer his question. She just glanced at him indifferently and walked toward the door.

Adrian noticed that something was odd. He hurried forward, grabbed her suitcase, and asked again, "Are you deaf? Don't you hear me talking to you? Have you cleaned my room? Have you cooked breakfast? Where are you going so early in the morning?"

This sixteen-year-old boy didn't show any respect to her as his sister-in-law. He was very impolite to her.

Stella pried Adrian's fingers from the suitcase and said coldly, "You little jerk! From now on, I won't serve you anymore."

She didn't use much strength, but he deliberately yelled, "Mom! Mom, come over here! This bitch is bullying me."

"Adrian, what are you yelling? What's wrong?"

As soon as Zoey went downstairs and saw the scene, she got angry. She grabbed the feather duster and beat Stella with it. "My goodness! How dare you bully my son! I'll beat you to death!"

Zoey always beat Stella before. And Stella endured everything because of Waylon.

But this time, she didn't have to endure it anymore.

Stella grabbed the feather duster and threw it to the floor. Then she said coldly, "If you continue to beat me, I'll fight back."

Zoey was stunned. Obviously, she didn't expect Stella would refute her.

When she came back to her senses, she shouted, "How dare you! I will tell my son to divorce you."

In the past, Stella always avoided conflict with Zoey for the sake of Angelina Burton, Waylon's grandmother. And she didn't want Waylon to dislike her.

She used to be afraid of quarreling with Zoey. But now, she didn't care anymore.

So she said indifferently, "It's up to you."

Then she dragged her suitcase and left the Burton family's house, ignoring Zoey's scolding behind her.

A red Ferrari was parked outside, waiting for Stella. There was a handsome man inside the car. He waved at her and said, "Honey, get in the car."

Stella got in the car, and they drove away.

Wesley Clarkson was born into a rich family. He was Stella's childhood friend and they grew up together.

While driving, Wesley asked tentatively, "Have you really decided?"

"Yes. I've never been this sober before." After coming out of the Burton family's house, Stella finally managed to smile. It was a real kind of smile.

She was beautiful. And her smile lit up her whole face, making her look even more beautiful.

Wesley sighed, "I thought you would never think it through. I've been worrying about you for the past six years. I really don't know what you see in that jerk."

Stella nodded and said, "I am just a fool."

"Fortunately, you wake up before it's too late. If you waste another six years with him, you will be very old." Then he joked, "Actually, I have also decided that if you are already old by the time you are kicked out, I will marry you for companionship, albeit reluctantly. After all, we are childhood friends, right?"

Stella rolled her eyes at him. "Shut up!"

Wesley changed the topic. "By the way, this is the divorce agreement you asked me to prepare. Check it."

Stella took the documents from him, flipped through them casually, and said, "I won't take anything from Waylon. I didn't owe him anything in the past, and I won't owe him anything in the future."

She then signed the divorce agreement without hesitation.

When Wesley saw her sign it so quickly, he couldn't help laughing. "Wow, you are so cool!"

Stella put away the pen, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Let's go to the hospital."

"Okay, my lady," Wesley replied jokingly.

When they reached the hospital, they went directly to the top floor, which was exclusive to VIP patients.

Stella found Room 1203, knocked on the door, and pushed it open.

The delicate woman on the bed seemed frightened by Stella. She hid under the quilt in horror with tears in her eyes. She was terrified of Stella.

Waylon's face darkened upon seeing Stella. He asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Instead of answering his question, Stella slowly took out the divorce agreement from her bag and handed it to him. "Sign it, and I'll leave right away."

Waylon took it and looked through it. His face darkened even more. "You want a divorce?"

"Yes, I do." As she spoke, Stella tucked her hair behind her ear, smiled gently, and said indifferently, "The past six years have really been difficult for you. You can completely get rid of me after you sign it."

Waylon's brows furrowed, and he pulled a long face. He didn't know what trick Stella was playing.

At this moment, Ayla called weakly from the bed, "Waylon..."

This sound was a hint.

Waylon looked at her, turned to Stella, and said, "Let's talk about it when I go back. You go out first. Don't disturb Ayla."

"I'm serious. Anyway, you're taking her home, right? Isn't it good that I'm leaving? I know you don't want me to appear in front of you two."

"Stella!" Waylon's voice was cold and deep. It was as if he had reached his limit of tolerance toward her.

"Miss Wagner is watching and listening to us right now. Don't you want to divorce me anymore? Why? Have you already fallen in love with me?" After Stella said this, her mouth curved into an elegant and charming smile.

Ayla looked at Waylon with a pitiful expression and asked tentatively, "Waylon, what's wrong?"

Stella was also staring at him coldly, waiting for his decision.

"Okay, I'll sign it." Waylon pursed his lips, and his face was surprisingly cold.

Stella smiled with satisfaction. After he signed it, she took the divorce agreement and left without hesitation.

However, as soon as she walked out of the ward, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Her eight years of love for him and their six years of marriage were all in vain.

Of course, it was only normal for her to feel sad.

And she felt like her heart was being stabbed by a sharp knife. It hurt so much.