Chapter 50
Sharon looked at Carter with a flicker of disbelief in her eyes.
“If you think money doesn’t matter, then freeze your accounts and try living without it. See how long you last before realizing how important it really is. Besides, do you really think I want your money? That I want you?
“Want you, when you run off in the middle of the night for another woman? Want you, when I’m stuck playing housemaid, cooking herbal remedies for your first love? Want you, when I ask for help and you question if I’m at fault, or when I’m in danger and you hang up on me-just to leave with another woman in your arms?”
She met his gaze head-on.
“But if you must insist I want your money-what have I actually gotten out of our marriage?”
When Kelly returned to the country, she was given a seaside villa in Amstern City-prime real estate, worth eight figures. Carter bought it without hesitation and signed it over to her name.
Sharon, on the other hand, left the Biggs estate and ended up renting a small apartment. (1)
Five years as Mrs. Biggs couldn’t compare to Carter’s first love who’d only just come back after half a year.
There wasn’t a more ironic punchline in the world.
Her role as Mrs. Biggs had been nothing short of suffocating..
Carter’s brows furrowed. “Kelly doesn’t have much time left. Why are you so fixated on someone who’s dying?”
“Dying?” Sharon’s lips curved in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Are you sure she’s really dying?”
He heard the undertone immediately. His gaze went cold. “What are you trying to say?”
Sharon let out a light laugh. “Carter, want to make a bet? Let’s see if Kelly actually dies in the next six months.”
She’d been thinking about this a lot. Kelly lied easily, acted effortlessly-who’s to say the terminal illness wasn’t just another performance?
Aside from a few dramatic fainting spells, there wasn’t a single sign she was seriously ill. And who, in the late stages of a terminal disease, still had the energy to scheme against people every day?
“Ridiculous,” Carter said, voice clipped.
“What’s wrong? Afraid to bet?”
“Medical technology is advanced now. And Nate’s doing everything he can to find top specialists. Her illness might still be
treatable.”
Sharon couldn’t help but wonder what kind of spell Kelly had cast on him-how else could he believe in her so blindly?
Clearly unwilling to stay on the topic, Carter asked, “What’s your second condition?”
Sharon held his gaze, steady and cold. “I want a divorce.”
His patience finally cracked.
“Sharon, you wanted to set terms. I agreed. You asked for ten million. I said yes. What more do you want from me?”
Something flickered in his expression. Annoyance. Maybe something close to disdain.
“Who taught you these petty tricks?”
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Sharon looked at him calmly. “You still think I’m doing this to mess with you?”
His gaze grew darker, locked tight on her face. “You love me, don’t you?”
For a second, Sharon froze-then it clicked. “You read my diary?”
There was the faintest shift in his eyes. “Theo mixed up the notebooks. When he returned it, I saw it.”
Sharon had always kept a diary. In that book, she had recorded five years of marriage.
Before Kelly came back, Carter hadn’t treated her badly. He was young, handsome, and powerful-loving him wasn’t exactly difficult. Especially when he was her husband.
But hearing those words from Carter’s mouth now, all she could think of was one sentence.
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