Chapter 24 Divorce (Part Two)

"I don't believe that," Jeremy said simply. "You'll have to come up with some other excuse, because I know you still love me." He leaned back on the sofa, stretching out his arms over the back. One of his arms was draped behind her.

His confidence was absolute.

She had tried to commit suicide because of him a year ago. It was impossible that it was all just his fantasy!

"It's not an excuse, it's the truth. I want a divorce," she said for what felt like the hundredth time. "We've been married for three years, and it's time to end it. I won't ask you for anything. The money, the villa, they're all yours. You can give it all to your next wife." Sherry's voice was cold and firm.

Jeremy scowled, thrown off by her words. "You don't want anything from me?"

Usually the wife was entitled to half the husband's property in a divorce, and half of Jeremy's wealth would be enough for Sherry to live in luxury for the rest of her life.

"Yes, you don't have to worry that I'll take anything from you," Sherry said, nodding vigorously.

"Impossible!" he said curtly. "I'll never agree to any of this. You want to get a divorce so you can be with that poor waiter in that bar? Dream on!"

Sherry was upset at his repeated insistence that she wanted Jeffery. Why couldn't Jeremy understand that this was about him, not any other man? She wanted a divorce because Jeremy had treated her badly, not because she wanted to be with someone else.

Jeremy had refused to publicly announce that she was his wife. He had treated her like a plaything. He had made it clear that while he could do whatever he wanted with other women, she was not allowed to do the same thing with other men. She was forced to stay alone, feeling disrespected and useless. She'd had to watch him have his fun, while she had no new friends of her own.

"I've told you repeatedly that there's nothing between me and Jeffery. What can I do to get you to finalize the divorce?" she asked loudly, fighting to suppress her growing anger. She was determined never to place herself at Jeremy's mercy ever again.

"Nothing you say will change my mind. I won't divorce you. It doesn't matter if I don't touch you or disclose your identity, you're my wife and you must stay faithful to me,"

he replied, in a tone full of a frightening anger.

Jeremy was beginning to lose his cool. He had never seen Sherry so upset and determined before. He wondered if she was just trying to protect that waiter. His expression became gloomy.

Without warning, he stood up. His tall body towering over Sherry's petite frame gave her a feeling of oppression.

He strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The door closed with a loud bang.

Sherry sat alone on the sofa. It was deathly silent. She looked at the flowers on the TV stand and smiled bitterly to herself. She murmured, "How can you be so cruel, Jeffrey?"

Just when she'd finally gathered enough courage to get rid of him, he suddenly didn't want to let her go. Why had he changed his mind?

She rubbed her eyes tiredly and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She decided she would go to bed early and get some well-deserved rest. However, as soon as she emerged from the bathroom—wearing nothing but a towel—she heard a key rattling in

the doorknob.

For a moment she froze, worried that a thief was attempting to break in. She looked around, wondering what she could use as a weapon to defend herself, when the door opened. It was Jeremy.

She was relieved but also perplexed. Why had he returned?

Then she realized that he had used a key, and she gave him a surprised look. "Is that my key? Did you take it?"

He was still wearing his new pair of slippers. He casually pocketed the key and said, "I just had the key copied."

Sherry was outraged. This man was really something else!

She rushed to him, water dripping from her wet hair, and reached into his pocket to snatch the key back. As soon as she turned, she heard Jeremy yawning behind her. "I made more than one copy, you know."

Sherry let out an exasperated sigh. She didn't want to talk to him. Impatiently she walked into her bedroom, deliberately closing the door behind her. She took out a pair of pajamas from the cabinet and was about to change into them when the door opened. Jeremy walked in as though he owned the room.

"Get out!" she snapped at him.

He ignored her, walking leisurely around the room, examining her belongings. When he reached her wardrobe, he opened it to take a look, paying no attention to her scowl. Then he went to the bed and sat on it. He lifted the doll on the pillow and placed it on his lap.

For a moment, a trace of embarrassment appeared on Sherry's face, which she quickly concealed.

"Please get out! I need to get changed," she said, almost shouting at him.

He carelessly waved a hand in the air, the universal gesture for "go ahead, please."

Sherry was clutching the pajamas in her hands so tightly that they had become wrinkled. She stormed into the bathroom and locked the door, changing into the pajamas.

Jeremy looked around the room, running a hand over the bed sheets. The large doll on his lap easily took up almost half the bed space.

He thought ruefully that it would be difficult to roll around on such a small bed.

Without any further consideration, he took out his phone and pressed the quick dial key. He held the phone to his ear.

The person on the other end answered almost immediately.

"What do you need, sir?" said Barry respectfully.

"I'll need you to do something for me. Place an order right now for a king size double bed. Then go to my house and fetch some of my clothes. Bring them to me here in Sherry's apartment. By the way, I'll also need the bed to be delivered here tonight. Offer to pay any additional fee to make sure it's done," Jeremy ordered.

Barry had just taken a shower and had in fact been headed to bed when his boss called. When he heard Jeremy's orders, Barry was surprised.

He wondered if he had heard Jeremy right. It was the first time in his life that he had doubted something Jeremy ordered him to do. "A king size bed, sir? At this time of night? And delivered tonight as well?"

"Yes, exactly." Before Barry could ask any further questions, Jeremy ended the call.

Barry drew his brows together, feeling speechless. Still, he had to admit the order was interesting. He was a dutiful secretary, and he'd always been quick and efficient in carrying out Jeremy's instructions.

However, this request was an unusual one!