Chapter 33
Jonathan still didn’t understand why I wanted a divorce after all this time.
I suddenly let out a bitter laugh.
I was chillingly calm as I replied, “I don’t have any feelings for you anymore. Every day with you feels. worse than death.”
I spoke the cruelest words in the calmest tone possible.
Sure enough, the intense cloudiness in Jonathan’s eyes seemed to lift, as if my sharp words had sliced right through it.
He paused for a long time, then gave a half–laugh, as if mocking himself. “Fine. If you want a divorce, let’s
go by the agreement.”
Our prenuptial agreement stated that if I wanted to initiate the divorce, I had to pay him 100 million dollars in compensation.
I gritted my teeth and decided to go all in. “Do you think I can’t make 100 million dollars? I’ll earn it and show you!”
Jonathan looked at me coolly. “I’ll wait and see.”
“When I earn that money, will you divorce me willingly?” I asked.
Jonathan stared at me steadily. “We’ll talk about it once you earn that much money.”
Anger surged in my chest.
First, I was angry that he wouldn’t agree to a divorce. Second, I was furious at the way he looked down on me, as though he believed I could never earn that much.
The truth was, I couldn’t earn that much. After all, I had lost my memory, and in my mind, I was still barely an adult. For an 18–year–old like me, 100 million dollars was a sum I couldn’t even dream of earning.
However, the feeling of being looked down upon was unbearable, and it sparked an intense, inexplicable
determination within me.
I looked at him and said, “Just wait, Jonathan. One day, I’ll throw that money in your face!”
Jonathan scoffed, but he didn’t say anything in response.
I took a step back and firmly said/“Before that happens, I need you to promise me something.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Tell me first. I may not agree.”
“First, our relationship is already beyond repair. I don’t want to see you, and I certainly don’t want to see Alicia,” I said, pausing for a moment before continuing, “If you insist on keeping me here, then I don’t either of you coming near me.”
Jonathan frowned but remained silent.
After a long pause, he said, “If you don’t want to see her, I’ll make sure she stays out of your sight
With that, he pushed open the door and left.
I stared at his retreating back, feeling confused. Did he agree or not?
I wanted both of them to stay away from me, but he only mentioned Alicia. What about him?
In the days that followed, Jonathan kept his word and kept Alicia away from me.
He also had someone watch over me, ensuring I couldn’t leave.
During the day, he would go to work. After having dinner with Edward at night, he would return to the room and lie next to me in bed.
No matter how much I expressed my dissatisfaction, it was as though he didn’t hear a word.
He would normally talk to me like everything was fine, but as soon as I mentioned divorce or asked him to sleep in a different room, he would act as if he hadn’t heard a word.
After several protests, he would threaten me with certain things until I was forced to close my mouth in frustration.
Over time, I became increasingly withdrawn and began speaking less.
I had essentially been imprisoned in Ford Manor. Aside from the maid and Jonathan, there was hardly anyone I could talk to.
I was starting to feel suffocated, as if I was spiraling into depression. A week passed, and I lost a significant amount of weight.
That night, Jonathan lay next to me as usual. As he casually touched my arm, he frowned. “How did you lose so much weight?”
I didn’t answer.
He avoided my questions, and I began avoiding his.
We fell into a strange cold war.
Since I didn’t respond, Jonathan frowned slightly. He turned me to face him and looked into my eyes. How long are you going to keep throwing a tantrum?”
