Chapter 4 Apply for Divorce
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The next morning, Miranda woke up shivering from the cold.
She walked to Carson's door and noticed it was latched from the outside, indicating he had already gone out.
The troops stationed in this war-torn country were constantly busy with various tasks and faced life-threatening situations when conflicts erupted.
Seeing that Carson wasn't home, Miranda sighed in relief. Although she was determined to improve their relationship, after what had happened yesterday, she was too embarrassed to face him now.
With her stomach growling in hunger, Miranda decided to make herself some breakfast.
In the kitchen, she found only bread and butter.
Holding her grumbling stomach, she spread butter on a slice of bread and sat down to eat.
As she chewed on the bread, she heard the courtyard gate open. Turning her head, she saw Carson storming in with a stern expression.
The room had been too dimly lit yesterday, so Miranda hadn't gotten a good look at Carson.
Now, she realized how handsome he truly was!
He had neat dark brown hair, a tall and robust physique, broad shoulders, and long legs, which made him seem like a movie star. His deep eyes, straight nose, and sexy lips made Miranda marvel at how such a man was her husband.
It was no wonder the original owner had insisted on marrying him.
Unfortunately, she had been too foolish to secure such an excellent man properly.
Feeling hopeful, Miranda decided to take a different approach and stood up to greet Carson, thinking that she might succeed.
"You went out early. Haven't had breakfast yet, right? Are you hungry? Would you like to join me?" she offered cheerfully.
Carson had walked up to Miranda, his eyes blazing with fury, veins bulging on the back of his hands. His gaze was murderous.
"Miranda, I want a divorce! I've already filed the papers with the court. We can end this marriage right now."
Miranda was stunned.
While she had been thinking about how to win Carson over, he had gone out first thing in the morning to file for divorce.
It made sense, given the original owner's actions of drugging Carson.
For a proud man and powerful man like him, if he had been taken advantage of by a woman, he might indeed resort to drastic measures.
Still, Miranda wanted to try to salvage the situation. She looked down, her voice soft and pleading.
"Carson, I know I've made a lot of mistakes. I'm sorry. Please give me a chance. Don't divorce me yet, okay? Can you keep an eye on me for a while longer to see if I can truly change?"
Carson was taken aback by her cautious plea. Usually, at the mention of divorce, Miranda would throw a tantrum, cry, and make a scene. Today, her reaction was different, almost meek.
However, in Carson's eyes, this was just another of her tricks. He remained unmoved, gritting his teeth.
"Stop with the excuses. This isn't the first time you've promised to change. However, your promise never lasts. Miranda, whether you want it or not, this marriage is ending today."
Realizing Carson had made up his mind, Miranda knew there was no way to repair the relationship.
She couldn't save it because Carson already hated her guts.
Swallowing her disappointment, she looked down at her bread and mumbled, "If you're so determined, fine. Let's get divorced. Just let me finish this piece of bread, and we'll go handle the paperwork."
She couldn't keep pestering him and making a scene after he demanded a divorce. After all, she was a modern woman with her own dignity.
Despite the impending difficulties of single life, Miranda refused to beg him humbly.
Carson, his frown deepening, couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed about Miranda since the previous night.
However, he quickly dismissed that thought.
This woman was full of schemes, and she was probably planning something right now! Carson sat down across from Miranda, taking off his hat.
"Fine, I'll wait for you to finish. Let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve this time!" he said coldly.
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