I Refuse to Divorce!

In the midst of Zoe's daze, Mason headed to the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of rushing water echoed from the bathroom, occasionally accompanied by the low, husky voice of a man.

Zoe was a mature woman now. She figured out that Mason was attending to his physical needs in the bathroom.

After about 20 minutes, Mason emerged from the bathroom, wearing a standard white bathrobe. The collar was slightly open, revealing his fair and sturdy chest, covered in droplets of water trickling down his body. Mason paid no attention to these details. He walked over and stood silently at the bedside, observing the absent-minded Zoe.

After a while, Zoe looked up at him. The corners of her eyes were reddened, and her eyes were misty with tears. No woman could accept such cruel treatment from her husband, even if she had endured such a marriage for three years.

She thought she had grown accustomed to it.

Mason looked at her pitiful face without the slightest change in his emotions. All his compassion for Zoe vanished because of a simple cake.

If it were anyone else, it would be okay, but it had to be Cecil.

Mason's gaze was deep, and his voice, calm and restrained, seemed to carry a great determination. He stared into Zoe's eyes and said, "I won't divorce you."

Zoe's lips trembled.

Mason faintly smiled and continued, "Zoe, anything I don't have, Cecil won't have either."

He tossed a document bag onto the bedside.

Zoe realized what it contained.

She took the bag with trembling hands and quickly tore it open. Inside was a pile of shredded paper, but she could still piece together its original form.

It was a divorce agreement, signed by Mason.

Now, it was torn to shreds.

Zoe looked on in a daze, blinking her eyes lightly. It turned out she had missed the chance for freedom just because of a cake. Mason withdrew the last trace of mercy he had for her, deciding not to let her go again.

Staring at the shredded documents, Zoe finally looked up at Mason after a long time. Her voice, shaky and broken, uttered, "Mason, I don't need anything."

She was almost pleading.

However, Mason remained unmoved.

He was a man of business, always with a heart of stone. He was waiting for his wife to calm down so they could continue the discussion rationally.

He watched Zoe's eyes lose hope, and he thought, “Good. I don't need an overly emotional wife."

Feelings were the most useless thing in the world to him.

To break the silence, Mason said with a calm and business-like tone, "Zoe, everything in this world has a price. Even marriages and feelings. If it's not available right now, it means the price has not been agreed upon.”

Mason lowered his gaze, towering over Zoe.

Zoe's face was as pale as paper.

He remained unmoved and continued with a heart of steel.

“I need you to be Mrs. Lockwood. Whether it's because you can carry my name outside or because of my desire for you, I don't want to change wives right now. If you're willing to be Mrs. Lockwood again, set the price."

Zoe wasn't foolish.

Since Mason had brought it to this point, the conditions he was offering, or rather, the price he mentioned, had to be what she desired the most. She stared at him.

Suddenly, Mason chuckled. He reached out to gently touch her cheek, his voice tender.

"What you desire the most is Noah's freedom, right? Back when you were upset with me, even refusing to sleep with me, it was all because I didn't help your family and Noah. Okay, now I'll help you. But remember, this isn't about emotions. It's a price. The price for you to return to being Mrs. Lockwood."