Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

「Three days later. Tridell. The prison.」

Jasmine Warren looked at the man sitting across from her, her hands clasped tightly together. "Those things... did you really do them?"

"—"

The man sat in his chair as if he hadn’t heard her, not even bothering to lift his head to look at her.

Seeing him silent and motionless, her heart twisted in knots. "Say something! Did you do it or not?" As she screamed the words, tears streamed down her face.

Perhaps her voice was too shrill, or perhaps he couldn’t bear to hear her cry. Whatever the reason, the man was pulled back from his thoughts. He lifted his eyes, glanced at her coldly, and curled his lip in a sneer. "Is there any point in asking that now?"

"If you didn’t do it, I’ll fight for you in court. I’ll bankrupt myself to get you out." ’Even if he’s just lying to me, that would be better than this...’

The man reacted as if he’d just heard the funniest joke in the world, letting out a cold laugh. "You? Save it. I’d be lucky if you just stayed out of my way."

"Jason Lockwood, how can you still refuse to tell me the truth at a time like this?" Kidnapping, attempted murder, drug trafficking—which one wasn’t a felony? Yet he was acting as if it was no big deal.

"Tell you the truth? Hah. I, Jason Lockwood, have no need to be truthful with a little kept mistress."

His words enraged Jasmine Warren. She pushed herself up, leaning on the table for support, and shouted, "Do you want to spend the rest of your life rotting in this prison?"

But if she was angry, he was furious. His gaze turned vicious, his tone even more sinister. "I won’t be in here for the rest of my life. I’ll be out soon. Go home, and don’t ever come to see me again. I don’t want to see you."

’Not for life? Right. But he’d still probably be stuck in here for over a decade.’

Defeated and weary, she sank back into her chair. A desolate look filled her eyes, and her voice softened. "When will you get out?"

"That has nothing to do with you. Go home." The last thing he wanted was for this woman to see him at his lowest.

’He, Jason Lockwood, was supposed to be the one who was high and mighty, untouchable!’

"I’m asking you, when will you get out?"

"—"

Jason Lockwood didn’t speak, his eyes fixed coldly on the tabletop.

’He wasn’t sure when, but he believed this couldn’t be the end for him, for Jason Lockwood.’

Jasmine Warren clutched the hem of her clothes, then suddenly snapped her head up, her tears having stopped. "I heard the sentence is twelve years. Is that true?" As she spoke, her eyes held a glimmer of hope, and she stared at the man across from her without blinking.

"—"

The man’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and his hands clenched into tight fists.

’A gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even after ten years. It’s only twelve years. There’s no way he, Jason Lockwood, would admit defeat like this!!’

’Besides, he was confident he wouldn’t be in here for long.’

’But he couldn’t tell the woman in front of him any of this when nothing was certain.’

’Still, no matter how long he had to stay in here, he and this woman had to make a clean break.’

’Only by making a clean break could he be free of attachments and do what he needed to do. Besides, from the very beginning, they hadn’t gotten together for so-called love. It was just a matter of mutual exploitation.’

’One for money, the other for sex.’

’So, he had nothing to feel guilty about.’

When the man remained silent, Jasmine Warren’s composure shattered again. "Jason Lockwood, say something! Just say one thing to put my mind at ease! It’s only twelve years. It’s a long time, but it’ll also pass quickly. I can wait."