Sir, Please Sign Here to Get a Divorce-Chapter 52: Hating Her, But Can’t Let Her Go
Serena Yardley stopped in her tracks and said without turning back, "If Uncle doesn’t believe me, I have no choice but to find evidence to prove my innocence."
Ethan Yardley found this utterly ridiculous.
He walked up to stand before her, towering over her. "Innocence? Which one of my accusations was wrong?"
Serena Yardley met his gaze and retorted defiantly, "You’re wronging me with every word you say."
"Serena Yardley, you really know how to argue. But no matter how you try to spin it, I’ll never believe your bullshit again.
Listen to me. From now on, you’re staying right here. You’re not allowed to go anywhere. Even if you die, you’ll die in this house."
He gritted out every word, his entire being radiating a cold fury, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
’Still thinking of leaving? Not a chance in hell.’
’Serena Yardley could forget about ever getting rid of him in this lifetime.’
Unable to bear the sight of her pitiful act any longer, Ethan Yardley turned and coldly strode away.
Serena Yardley stood rooted to the spot, watching his retreating back. Her expression was dazed, her mind a complete blank. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
She staggered backward as if she’d lost her balance, finally collapsing onto the edge of the bed.
’He won’t let me leave?’
’Since he doesn’t believe me and thinks I betrayed him, why is he keeping me here?’
’He should just throw me out and never see me again.’
Serena Yardley’s heart ached until it went numb, but her traitorous tears wouldn’t stop falling.
...
Ethan Yardley didn’t go to the office for two days, nor did he see Sylvia Schuyler.
For three nights in a row, he called his friends to go drinking with him at a private club.
When he got drunk, Yannick Young would take him home.
Today, however, just as Yannick Young was helping a half-drunk Ethan Yardley to The Sovereign Villa, they ran into Sylvia Schuyler.
Sylvia Schuyler was standing at the entrance to the villa, seemingly waiting for them.
Yannick Young glanced at his boss, who was in the back seat with his head tilted back and eyes closed, and said, "President, it’s Miss Schuyler."
As Ethan Yardley opened his eyes, Yannick Young quickly opened the car door to help him out.
Sylvia Schuyler rushed over to them, asking with feigned concern:
"Ethan, what’s been wrong these past couple of days? Why haven’t you come to see me? Have you been drinking? Ethan, are you okay?"
Although Ethan Yardley was drunk, he was still conscious.
He glanced up at the lit-up villa ahead, and the thought of the woman inside who made him so deeply uneasy irritated him.
But when he faced Sylvia Schuyler, he kept his voice low.
"I’m fine. What are you doing here?"
"I... I missed you. I wanted to come and see how you were doing."
She moved to support Ethan Yardley, gesturing for Yannick Young to step aside.
Seeing that the President didn’t protest, Yannick Young let Sylvia Schuyler take over.
"So you missed me."
Ethan Yardley gave a cold smile and deliberately placed a hand on Sylvia Schuyler’s waist. "Then let’s go. Help me inside. You can stay here from now on."
"Okay."
Sylvia Schuyler was surprised that Ethan Yardley was willing to let her stay here again.
A flicker of joy lit up inside her, and she quickly helped him toward the villa.
Serena Yardley hadn’t left the house all day. Ethan Yardley had posted bodyguards all around the villa, and no matter which exit she tried, they wouldn’t let her out.
Unable to leave, she had no choice but to stay inside.
She was in the living room reading a book when she suddenly heard a commotion at the front door.
When she looked up, she saw Sylvia Schuyler helping Uncle walk in.
A feeling of revulsion rose in Serena Yardley’s throat, as if she’d swallowed a fly, making her want to gag.
What made it even harder to bear was that Uncle was clearly conscious, yet he was deliberately draping himself over Sylvia Schuyler as they walked toward her.
Serena Yardley sat frozen in her seat as humiliation washed over her.
Ethan Yardley, however, pretended not to see Serena Yardley. He let go of Sylvia Schuyler and collapsed onto the sofa.
He looked at Sylvia Schuyler and said gently,
"From now on, this is your home. You can stay as long as you like and tell anyone here what to do. There’s no need to be formal with me."
Sylvia Schuyler smiled faintly and sat down beside Ethan Yardley. "Really?"
"Of course. After all, you’re going to be my wife sooner or later. Everything I own will one day be yours."
Serena Yardley couldn’t bear to listen anymore. She closed her book and stood up to leave.
Ethan Yardley shot her a cold glance and snapped, "Stop right there."
Serena Yardley froze in place but couldn’t summon the courage to glance at them again.
Ethan Yardley ordered lazily, "Go make me a bowl of noodles. I’m hungry."
This was the first time he had ever ordered Serena Yardley to cook.
Serena Yardley refused. With her eyes brimming with tears, she headed upstairs.
Ethan Yardley sat up and shouted after her, "Serena Yardley, didn’t you hear what I said? I told you to go make me some food!"
But Serena Yardley ignored him, defiantly continuing on her way.
Seeing her act so defiant, Ethan Yardley flew into a humiliated rage. With a sweep of his arm, he sent the fruit platter and glasses on the coffee table crashing to the floor.
The crash startled Sylvia Schuyler.
Sylvia Schuyler quickly offered, "Ethan, how about I go make you something?"
"Don’t bother."
Ethan Yardley stopped her with a cold voice. "It’s getting late. You should head to your room and rest."
"But I want to spend more time with you."
"I’m going to take a shower."
He irritably ripped off his tie and swayed slightly as he headed upstairs.
Still sitting on the sofa, Sylvia Schuyler couldn’t help but smile as she watched Ethan Yardley’s back.
’Is Ethan angry that Serena Yardley aborted the baby?’
’He must be.’
’After all, my people’s work was seamless. That mysterious man has vanished, and Serena Yardley has no way to defend herself. Of course Ethan would be furious with her.’
’The two of them should just hurry up and get a divorce.’
’They’d better not force me to do something even worse.’
Upstairs.
Ethan Yardley tried to push open the master bedroom door, but it wouldn’t budge.
In a fit of rage, he kicked the door and yelled, "Serena Yardley, open this door right now! What right do you have to lock it?"
’Locking the door?’
’Is she afraid I’ll touch her?’
’She should take a good look at how filthy she is. Even if I, Ethan Yardley, were that desperate, I would never touch a woman who has been with another man.’
Inside the room, Serena Yardley fought to control her emotions, then turned and pulled open the door.
As the door opened, she tried to slip past Ethan Yardley, intending to sleep in the other bedroom.
But he blocked her way and sneered, "What, you think I’m going to touch you?"
Serena Yardley looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot. "Uncle, what is it you really want?"
Seeing Serena’s aggrieved expression and her red, swollen eyes fixed on him, Ethan Yardley felt an unbearable, sharp pain pierce his heart.
He gritted his teeth, glaring at her. "I’m the one who should be asking what you want. I told you to make me something to eat. Why didn’t you?"
Serena Yardley met his gaze, her chest constricting with a sharp, twisting pain.
Fighting back the urge to break down in tears, she stared at him numbly and demanded:
"Did you really want me to cook for you? No, you just wanted to humiliate me in front of Sylvia Schuyler.
And why not? You’re going to marry her sooner or later. She’s the true lady of this house. Since that’s the case, let’s just go get our divorce papers first thing in the morning. Let’s stop torturing each other. You’re exhausted, and so am I."
"You still dare to mention divorce?"
Ethan Yardley shoved her back into the room, kicked the door shut, and threw her hard onto the bed.
"Listen to me, Serena Yardley. You, of all people, have no right to mention divorce. I am going to marry Sylvia Schuyler, but you will pay back the debt you owe me. Otherwise, I will never let you go in this lifetime."
