Chapter 4 I Hate You
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All eyes in the room turned to Andrew.
He stood there, rigid, his icy gaze locked onto Cynthia, a storm brewing in his eyes.
Where did she get the nerve to ask for a divorce?
After boldly announcing her intention to divorce, Cynthia dropped the microphone and walked straight past him towards the exit.
Andrew involuntarily turned to watch her walk down the red carpet.
Graceful, carefree, and utterly indifferent!
Andrew felt a pang of confusion. When did the Cynthia who always sought his approval start caring so little about him?
"Cynthia! Wait up!"
Andrew saw Wayne following her out.
His fist clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
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At the villa entrance, Wayne had driven Cynthia home.
"Thanks for the ride," Cynthia said, unbuckling her seatbelt and reaching for the door handle.
"Wait, Cynthia. I need to talk to you," Wayne called out.
Cynthia paused, frowning slightly. "What is it?"
Wayne smiled, a hint of something more in his expression. "I think you made the right decision... divorcing Andrew. That's really cool."
"And?" Cynthia's expression remained unchanged.
Wayne cleared his throat. "If you do go through with it, maybe you could consider... me?"
Cynthia chuckled lightly. She remembered how attentive Wayne had been in her previous life, thinking it was genuine affection.
Now she sensed there might be more to his intentions.
After a brief silence, Cynthia sighed. "You must be drunk. Go home."
She opened the car door, but before she could step out, Wayne grabbed her arm.
"I'm serious," Wayne said, looking deeply into her eyes.
Cynthia laughed coldly. "So what? I have no interest in getting involved with anyone from the Stewart family again!"
She shook off Wayne's hand, got out of the car, and slammed the door behind her, heading straight into the villa without looking back.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Andrew had been watching Cynthia and Wayne the whole time.
When Wayne pulled Cynthia back into the car, Andrew felt a sharp pang in his chest.
Since when had they become so close?
Andrew's expression darkened, and his hands in his pockets slowly curled into fists.
Had Cynthia lost interest in him and turned her attention to that bastard Wayne?
A sense of unease crept into Andrew's heart, but he quickly suppressed it.
As Cynthia walked in, she immediately saw Andrew standing by the window, his tall figure silhouetted against the glass. She hesitated for a moment.
From this angle, he could have seen her interaction with Wayne.
Hearing the door, Andrew turned around, his face expressionless as he looked at Cynthia. After a moment, his lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Already moving on before the divorce is finalized? Isn't that cheating?"
Cynthia's expression changed, stopping her ascent up the stairs. "What are you talking about?! Wayne just gave me a ride home. Not everyone is as shameless as you and Rebecca!"
"Is that so?" Andrew replied, hands still in his pockets, slowly walking towards her.
Andrew's imposing figure and the intensity of his approach made Cynthia feel a hint of danger, instinctively wanting to flee.
Ignoring his comment, she tried to walk past him and head upstairs.
Watching her retreating back, Andrew felt a tightness in his chest.
He realized Cynthia had truly changed. The once submissive Cynthia now repeatedly ignored him!
Andrew could no longer control his feelings for Cynthia. He grabbed her and pushed her against the wall.
Cynthia looked at him in shock, whose hands gripped her shoulders tightly.
"When did you two start?" His hot breath brushed against her cheek.
"What? I don't understand what you're talking about. Andrew, let go of me!" Cynthia pushed against Andrew, but he didn't budge.
"Don't understand?" Andrew let out a short laugh. "You want a divorce because of Wayne, right? Who would've thought the sweet, obedient Cynthia would cheat?"
"How dare you?! You're just trying to deflect from your affair with Rebecca! But this is not gonna work, you cheaters!" Cynthia yelled, her eyes wide with anger.
Fuck him! Not only was he cheating, but he was also trying to pin the blame on her!
Under the dim light, her beautiful face was flushed with anger, and her large eyes glistened with unshed tears, a mix of rage and hurt.
Andrew's heart felt a sudden jolt. He recalled Cynthia's confident and resolute declaration of divorce earlier that day, and for a moment, he was at a loss.
"You need solid evidence..." Before she could finish, something warm and firm pressed against her lips, cutting her off.
The heat from his kiss traveled straight to her brain. Realizing what was happening, Cynthia immediately tried to wriggle free, but Andrew held her tight.
With one hand gripping her shoulder and the other encircling her slim waist, he pulled her close. The warmth of his breath enveloped her, and slowly, his hands started to move. Cynthia, terrified, struggled violently.
She couldn't bear being forced by him again, bringing back memories of their cold, loveless s*x, where her feelings were never considered.
"Let me go, you bastard!" Cynthia kicked and hit him, her fury growing with each moment.
Suddenly, a familiar ringtone broke the tension. Andrew's body stiffened, but he didn't release her. In that brief moment of distraction, Cynthia managed to break free.
Once free, Cynthia slapped Andrew across the face.
Andrew stood there, stunned. How much did she hate him to strike him?
"Cynthia!" he growled, his eyes burning with anger.
He couldn't understand why she had changed so drastically, daring to defy him directly!
Cynthia gave him a scornful look before turning to leave.
At the door, she turned back, her voice filled with contempt. "Let me make this clear. I'm not divorcing you because of Wayne. I'm divorcing you because I hate you!
She repeated, "You hear that? I hate you!"
She slammed the door behind her, leaving Andrew standing there, reeling from the impact of her words.
What had happened? Why did she hate him so much?
On the empty street, Cynthia answered a call from her best friend, Gloria Barlow.
"Thia! You finally picked up!" Gloria's cheerful voice came through the phone.
The moment she heard Gloria's voice, Cynthia broke down in tears. The tension she had held since her rebirth was finally released in front of the person she trusted most.
"Thia, what's wrong? What happened?" Gloria's worried voice asked.
Cynthia took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I've decided to divorce Andrew."
"That's great, but don't cry, sweetie. I've always said he didn't deserve you!" Gloria's excited voice replied.
"I'm not crying because of him." Cynthia wiped her tears. "I'm just so happy to hear your voice again. They're happy tears."
Gloria sighed in relief. "Where are you? I'll come get you right now!"
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