Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

This evening is quite special, with those golden rays shining on his face, a hint of warmth emerging with each ray. She bit her lip thinking, would Atlas Hallow kill her tonight and bury her beneath these beautiful flowers and trees?

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but laugh at herself. Is she really overthinking it, wanting to turn into a ghost under the trees to scare him?

Like a Beast without footsteps, Atlas drew closer slowly, until he was behind the chair where Charlotte Miller lay. The beast-like brutality and rampant coldness on his face vanished in an instant, all withdrawn into his body.

He looked at Charlotte, lying on the chair, her closed eyes and trembling lashes, her ashen, snow-like delicate skin still devoid of color.

It seems that the miscarriage took a big toll on her.

But unlike before, today she was half-lying under the sunset, then the light fell on his face, her pale snow-like skin was painted with the unique, gorgeous color of flowers, looking truly breathtakingly beautiful.

The more beautiful the woman, the more dangerous. This saying is indeed correct.

Charlotte was determined to divorce him, even sending the court’s notice directly to his office.

”Mrs. Hallow, what are you thinking about?”

The man’s deep voice came from behind her, instantly pulling Charlotte back from her endless reverie.

His voice seemed to penetrate the light and shadow, cross through space and time, directly diving into her heart...

Charlotte paused for a moment, sat up, turned around, and looked at Atlas Hallow.

He returned?

The sunset shone on him, like casting a layer of golden light, making him look like a supremely noble deity, outlining his deep features with startling clarity.

Charlotte’s heart seemed to be inadvertently nudged by something.

Then she looked up to meet his gaze and softly asked him, ”When did you come back?”

Charlotte’s heart raced intensely, wondering if he had heard her conversation with Jack Smith earlier?

As she thought about this, she began to recall what she might have said that would anger Atlas Hallow.

Her mind filtered through the thoughts over and over, but when she saw his deep, ink-like eyes, her heart beat faster with each glance, fast enough to seem like a small sphere about to burst from her throat.

In front of this man, no matter what, Charlotte felt she was an emotional failure.

She couldn’t make herself talk to him naturally and composedly.

If they didn’t divorce, she feared staying with him longer would bring back more memories, making her utterly defeated in front of Atlas Hallow.

As long as he took a step back, Atlas would advance ten thousand steps; in the end, she could only retreat, yielding to all of Atlas’s demands for her to do all sorts of things.

He would endlessly possess her body, even turning her into a tool for bearing children, a life Charlotte absolutely didn’t want, a life she never wished to live.

Because if she stayed just for the initial admiration, she would have lost even the most basic dignity.

Being an emotional failure was already the worst thing, she couldn’t live without dignity, could she?

There was another chair beside Charlotte, Atlas sat down, his tall and erect body leaned back, legs crossed, speaking in the light and breezy sunset, ”Today, I received the court-delivered divorce agreement...”

Today he was supposed to receive it, but hearing it from Atlas made Charlotte feel somewhat uncomfortable.

In that moment, her mind was blank.

She had anticipated countless reactions Atlas might have upon receiving this agreement, yet this calm and gentle reaction was something she had absolutely not expected.

Atlas seemed even more calm and gentle than ever before.

Sometimes Charlotte wondered what the meaning of life was. During her time married to Atlas, she lost herself more than once, but there was one thing Charlotte still remembered clearly, no matter how lost she got, no matter how she fell for this man, dignity was the one thing that couldn’t be trampled.

Atlas looked at Charlotte’s surprised expression, curling his lips into a faint smile...

”If you’ve thought it through and really want a divorce, just tell me directly. Is it necessary to go through such trouble? Letting the court send me the agreement? Knowing each other for a while, Charlotte, do you really not understand me?” After Atlas finished saying this, his gentle voice struck Charlotte like thunder.