The Billionaire's Second Take on Love

I've Decided to Get Divorced

James stared into Emily's eyes, the tension between them almost palpable. Emily could feel Jim's burning gaze, as if it could melt her.

"Understand you? Emily, don't flatter yourself. We both know the nature of this marriage." Jim's voice was low and dangerous.

Emily looked directly into James's eyes, her voice firm but slightly trembling: "Yes, we do know. That's why there's no need to continue." She tried hard not to be overwhelmed by James's presence.

James stared at Emily for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter. His fingers traced Emily's lips, and she unconsciously opened her mouth, feeling his fingers lightly touch her lips.

"Fine, Emily. If you can really leave this lifestyle, I'd like to see how long you can last."

Emily clenched her fists, trying hard not to react to his touch. But her body involuntarily leaned towards James, as if drawn by his magnetic field. "I'll show you, Jim. I don't need your money, nor do I need your so-called 'love'." Her voice carried a hint of stubbornness.

James's gaze deepened, and he moved closer to Emily again, their lips almost touching. Emily could feel his breath on her cheek, her heart beating so fast it felt like it might jump out of her chest.

"Is that so?" he said softly, his voice teasing, "Then why aren't you leaving now? Why is your body still leaning towards me?"

Emily felt dizzy, her reason telling her to push him away, but her body uncontrollably leaned towards him. She could feel his strong body against hers, his scent surrounding her. "I..." Her voice trembled, barely able to form a complete sentence.

James's hand slid to Emily's nape, gently massaging her sensitive skin. Emily unconsciously let out a soft moan, then immediately bit her lip, lowering her head in shame. Jim chuckled softly, his lips almost touching Emily's ear: "See, your body is more honest than you are. It knows what you want, what you need."

Emily felt a rush of heat to her lower abdomen, her legs slightly weak. She knew she should leave, but her body uncontrollably leaned towards him. "Jim, don't..." she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of pleading, but even she didn't know if she was asking him to stop or to continue.

James's hand slowly slid down to Emily's waist, continuing downward to that sensual and secret place. His rough, hot hand moved up and down in the already moist passage, creating trails of sticky fluid.

Emily unconsciously arched her body, pressing towards his hand. "Don't what? Don't stop?" Jim's voice was low and dangerous. "Say it, Emily. Your little mouth down there is screaming for more, why else would it be gripping my fingers so tightly?"

Emily closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing. She knew she should push him away, should stick to her decision. But her body was crying out for more. She opened her eyes, meeting his deep, alluring gaze. At that moment, she felt as if she might drown in those eyes.

"Ah... Ah... Too fast... Jim, don't... Please..." Emily's voice trembled violently, her tearful pleas echoing in the air. Her body shivered slightly, her reason swaying like a small boat in a violent storm, while desire crashed against her like surging waves.

At this critical moment, her phone suddenly rang. The urgent ringtone was like a sharp sword, instantly shattering the ambiguous atmosphere. Emily seemed to be violently pulled back from a deep abyss, a flash of clarity passing through her eyes. Mustering all her strength, she abruptly pushed James away, then like a startled deer, she darted towards the sofa, quickly grabbing her phone, her breathing rapid and disordered.

James stood motionless, like a statue, watching Emily with a complex gaze. In that gaze was confusion, reluctance, and a hint of concern that even he hadn't noticed.

Emily fumbled to answer the phone, her voice still carrying a slight tremor: "Hello? Mom? Yes, I'm fine... No, don't worry, I'm okay..." Though her voice tried to maintain calm, the slight trembling still betrayed her current inner turmoil. She gripped the phone tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if it was her only lifeline.

James walked towards the window with heavy steps, resolutely turning his back on Emily, as if to shut her out of his world. He reached for the whiskey glass on the windowsill, the amber liquid in the glass shimmering mysteriously in the dim light. Without hesitation, he raised the glass to his lips and drained it in one gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. The fiery liquid poured down his throat, yet failed to quench the restlessness in his heart.

When Emily finished the call and turned around, James had already regained his usual calm and composed demeanor. He stood straight as a pine, his expression as calm as still water, showing no signs of the earlier emotional turbulence. Those deep eyes had regained their usual sharpness and determination, as if the previous emotional fluctuation had never occurred. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, forming a perfectly measured smile, yet that smile didn't reach his eyes, exuding an air of aloofness that was difficult to fathom.

"Have you thought it through, Emily?" James's voice had returned to its usual coldness, that tone seemed to carry a layer of frost, capable of freezing the surrounding air. "If you really want to leave, don't expect to be able to come back." He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze carrying a hint of ruthlessness, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Emily took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the courage around her into her chest, striving to make her voice sound firm: "I've made my decision, Jim. This marriage should end." Her gaze fixed directly on James, her eyes showing no sign of retreat or hesitation.