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    Renee was shocked by this request. She stared at him in astonishment, her lips slightly pursed. “Marcelo, I… I can’t figure it out. Why don’t you agree to a divorce?”

    Unable to resist the temptation, she asked jokingly, “Is it because you love me?”

    His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his heart even skipped a beat.

    “You’re the only one who can be the perfect Mrs. King,” he told her.

    She was the only woman he wanted to be his wife, no one else.

    Renee didn’t say anything at first. Instead, she began to kick some stones that were near her feet as she ran his statement through her head.

    So in his mind, she was just a trophy wife? She sneered, feeling foolish to continue holding onto the illusion that he might have feelings for her.

    “But I don’t want to be your perfect woman,” she pointed out to him.

    She just didn’t want to upy such a position in his life. What she wanted was something else entirely.

    “Let’s get divorced,” she added in a tone of finality.

    Divorce! This word again??

    Marcelo felt as if he was being repeatedly provoked.

    In that instant, his mind shed back to Howard, who had been with Renee at the library studying and had followed her just moments before. Without thinking, he grabbed her chin.

    “Reneeb, /byou’re asking for a divorce because you’ve fallen for Howard, eh?” he growled.

    His repeated mention of Howard annoyed Renee so much that she couldn’t give a damn anymore about

    how he felt.

    “Yes! So what? What if bI /blove him?” she retorted defiantly. Almost instantly, she could see the effect of her statement. There were turbulent emotions swirling in his eyes like a dark tornado. “He’s much better than you,” she added, putting more salt to his wounds.

    The Howard she knew would never get involved with other women while in a rtionship. This was not something that could be said for Marcelo.

    Renee took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. She really wanted to settle this issue as quickly as possible.

    “Marcelo, what will it take for you to agree to a divorce?” she asked him straightforwardly. “Someone of

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    your status should not have any trouble finding the perfect Mrs. King. So you don’t need to cling to me at all.”

    Marceloughed bitterly. His anger was written clearly on his face and it made him seem even more calm and indifferent.

    “It’s not impossible to get the divorce you so badly want,” he said with a wicked smirk as he brought his face closer to Renee’s. “Will you agree to sleep with me onest time?b” /b

    Since she felt he was promiscuous, then he would make her promiscuous like himself!

    Renee was shocked by his request and she stared at him wide–eyed in disbelief.

    Her reaction seemed to satisfy Marcelo very much. He leaned over to her and added, “Without a condom or any sort of protection, you will get off birth controls pills for that day.”

    “What?!” Renee gasped in hushed tones.

    Her face was bright red in embarrassment and her throat was dry as if she had lost her voice.

    But after a few seconds, she said in a barely audible voice, “Okay then.”

    She agreed to his request! She would definitely get the emergency pill. He couldn’t stop her.

    But Marcelo felt no joy. Instead, a chill ran through his heart.

    He had thought that a woman as proud as Renee would give him a sound p.

    But to his astonishment, she had agreed to his demand just so she could divorce him!

    Was she so desperate to get rid of him?

    With all these going through his mind, Marcelo became even colder. He had now reverted to his former distant self.

    Without another word, the two of them made for the exit.

    But they’d hardly taken a few steps when he suddenly grabbed Renee and kissed her on the nape of her

    neck.

    It was just a sharp kiss, nothing more.

    “What are you doing?” She shouted.

    “You’ve just agreed to sleep with me, but you’reining about a kiss?” he said with a scoff.

    Renee ignored him and stomped off in anger.

    At this point, Marcelo turned his head slightly and met Howard’s gaze, giving him a domineering and icy

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    look.

    Howard clenched his fists in fury. He had just seen the woman he loved being intimate with another man. The pain was beyond words!

    The shower kept running for a moment before the bathroom door was suddenly opened.

    Marcelo walked in, shirtless and wearing only a pair of trousers. His well–defined abs were especially eye -catching.

    Renee was startled by the sudden intrusion and she was forced to quickly cover herself with her palms. “I’m not done showering yet!” she shouted at him.

    She expected him to leave immediately, but he began to walk towards her, not minding the fact that the hot water from the shower was pouring on him, and grabbed her hand before putting it on his belt.

    “I can’t wait,” he said with a mocking grin. “After all, this is what I’m getting in exchange for a divorce.”

    When Renee heard this, her resistance fell.

    Suddenly, there was a click.

    It was the sound of his belt buckle being undone.

    Marcelo seemed to be exceptionally spirited today. What he had said would be “onest time” ended upsting for a whole day!

    The experience seemed to stretch on without end, overwhelming Renee with a mix of terror and

    exhrating sensation.

    She felt utterly vulnerable, like a fish out of water, gasping for breath under the onught of unyielding

    kisses.

    Just when she thought she couldn’t endure another moment, Marcelo would pause, allowing her the briefest respite to catch her breath, always just in time.

    Renee had always believed she knew her limits around him, yet in this momentb, /bshe realized she had sorely underestimated his effect on her.

    “Mrs. King, won’t you plead for mercy?” Marcelo, despite the perspiration dotting his forehead, gently stroked her cheek, his thrust betraying a firmness that contrasted with his gentle gesture.

    Renee, in a defiant move, averted her face, her eyes catching the daylight sneaking through a gap in the thick curtains, casting their situation in an absurd light.

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    “Are you giving me sass?” After nting another kiss on her cheek, His gaze searched hers for submission. “Perhaps I have been too gentle with you, huhb!/bb” /b

    Renee, her resistance manifesting through gritted teeth, eventually found the sensations too overpowering and softly begged for mercy.

    “Address me as your husband, and I’ll let you rest,” he offered, his voiceced with a challenge.

    Renee remained mute, her emotions tangling within her.

    “If you don’tply, who’s to say what today will bring?”

    His implied threat sent a wave of fear through her.

    “Well, hus…band.” Uttering the title filled her heart with an unexpected sorrow, revealing the depth of her

    inner conflict.

    The unspoken emotions had atst found their voice, marking a poignant goodbye for Renee.

    That was the end of his rtionship with her.

    Completely drained, Renee couldn’t muster the energy to shower, feeling as though her body was fragmented and worn out from overuse.

    Once Marcelo returned from his balcony smoke break, she seized the moment to suggest a decisive step. ” We should head to the court.”

    “It’s closed now,” He replied without missing a beat.

    Checking the wall clock, Renee noted it was just three minutes past seven in the evening. The day had stretched far longer than she’d anticipated, yet Marcelo seemed unfazed by the marathon they’d just been on. Unbelievable!

    “In that case, we should at least start drafting the divorce agreement,” she proposed, eager to avoid dragging out their separation.

    His response was as cold as the nce he cast her way. “Mywyer will handle the agreement and get in touch with you.”

    Renee was firm in her stance. “I don’t want any assets. There’s no need forplications.”

    His mockery was palpable. “Afraid I’ll change my mind?” he quipped.

    Indeed, Renee harbored such fears, but given the circumstances, it seemed unlikely Marcelo would prolong their divorce.

    “I know you are not stingy with women,” she stated. “I trust that with yourwyer’s efficiency, the agreement will be with me by tomorrow.”

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    Marcelo had always been known for his generosity, be it gifting imperial green jade orvish sports cars. Even when Vivian had caused a professional scandal, he had managed to resolve the issue seamlessly.

    Divorcing her and ensuring she received a portion of the assets was typical of him. With newfound strength, Renee gathered her clothes and made her way bto /bthe bathroom for a shower.

    Marcelo, left alone, gazed at the closed bathroom door, his grip on a ss tightening until it cracked and shattered in his hand. The ss broke, and blood began to trickle from his grasp, seemingly unnoticed by

    him.

    Emerging from the bathroom, Renee was taken aback to find Marcelo still present.

    She moved to retrieve her belongings from the coffee table, only to have a man’s coat unexpectedly ced over her shoulders.

    b“/bYour clothes are dirty,” He exined.

    Renee had chosen a woolen long skirt for the day, which she had removed herself before showering, ensuring it remained clean from their earlier interactions. Yet, it had somehow be tainted with his

    mess.

    “I’ve arranged for someone to bring me clothes,” she informed him, her tone cool as she set his coat aside on the sofa, disying her disinterest.

    When she caught a glimpse of Marcelo, he had hidden his injured hand from her view.

    Shortly after, there was a knock at the door.

    “Miss Hudson, I’ve brought your clothes,” announced Harry, the manager from Rich Barb, /bcarefully avoiding a nce inside.

    “Did you drive here? I need a lift,” Renee requested, handing over her bag to Harry.

    She donned her coat and departed, leaving the room and its upant behind without a backward nce.

    A fleeting moment of self–derision crossed Marcelo’s eyes. He had somehow forgotten that his wife was far from a fragile bloom in a sheltered garden. She was a formidable force, as resilient and unyielding as

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    “Oh, Renee…What happened to you?” Sarah inquired.

    As soon as Renee walked into the dormitory, Sarah could tell something was amiss.

    The marks on Renee’s neck and corbone were ringly evident.

    “It was Marcelo’s doing,” Renee muttered, exining it as a breakup fling before grabbing ba /bnightgown

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    and heading for the shower.

    Sarah, though silent, seethed with anger towards Marcelo.

    Stripping down, Renee caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her skinb, /busually so fair, was littered with red

    marks.

    Neck, corbone, arms, back, thighs, calves, she bore the imprints everywhere, like a wild beast had

    imed her as its own.

    After finishing her shower, she came out of the bathroom and asked Sarah, “Weren’t you supposed to bfly /bto Hagua at ten tonight?”

    She was concerned that Sarah might miss her flight.

    Sarah, set to attend an auction in Hagua, had been unable to leave for the trip without ensuring Renee was alright, especially after failing to reach her by phone earlier.

    Now a celebrated auctioneer known for her unparalleled sess rate, Sarah hesitated, “Are you okay? Do you need me to stay with you?”

    “Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Renee insisted she was fine, even though Sarah could see she was far from okay. Ultimately, Sarah declined Renee’s offer to drive her to the airport, thinking it best for Renee to rest.

    That night, Renee’s sleep was anything but peaceful. She tossed and turned, her rest disturbed by difort and unease.

    The next morning, she woke up feeling utterly drained, her body weak and her mind foggy. Despite this, she rushed to teach a ss, ignoring the warning signs her body was giving her.

    Leaving the dormitory, her eyes searched for the Maybach, but it was gone.

    Marcelo had left. Renee barely made it through her ss. Just as it was ending, dizziness overtook her, and she copsed, her students‘ cries of concern echoing around her.

    “Renee!” they shouted as they scrambled to help.

    Howard, quick to react, caught her just in time.

    As Reneey in his arms, consciousness slipping away, a figure entered the room. She couldn’t make out his face, but the tinum ring on his left hand caught her eyei, /iit was the same style as the diamond ring she wore around her neck.