Chapter 218: He Is Her Husband
"No!"
Annabelle Linton stared at him, her eyes unblinking and devoid of any emotion. "Leona Grant, no one asked you to come here. Can’t you tell I ran this far just to get away from you? Why can’t you just stay away from me?!"
Leona Grant pressed his lips together, staring at her fixedly. A flash of hurt and pain crossed his eyes.
He knew she was annoyed with him, and he knew she didn’t want to see him.
’But what am I supposed to do?’
He would miss her like crazy when he couldn’t see her. Not being able to hear her voice made him miserable.
’I don’t want to be like this either.’
Leona Grant closed his eyes for a moment. He didn’t want to fight with Annabelle Linton.
The gentle Aaron Wyatt standing before him was a constant threat, and he didn’t want to make Annabelle Linton hate him.
Leona Grant sighed, his tone holding a plea and helplessness that even he didn’t realize was there. "Annabelle Linton, can we please not be like this? I don’t want to fight with you."
"Then leave if you don’t want to fight!" Annabelle Linton glared at him, her voice laced with mockery. "Leona Grant, don’t talk to me with that magnanimous, holier-than-thou act, as if you’re the bigger person. I know exactly what kind of person you are, better than anyone!"
"I’m not leaving!" Leona Grant stared stubbornly at Annabelle Linton and said firmly, "I’ll be wherever you are. Unless you come back with me, I’m not going anywhere!"
Annabelle Linton gave him a cold look, scoffed, and turned to walk away.
Seeing her walk away, Leona Grant’s eyes instantly turned cold. He grabbed Annabelle Linton’s arm, his voice rising. "Annabelle Linton, are you fucking forcing my hand?"
"Who’s forcing who?" Annabelle Linton couldn’t stop her own voice from rising as she violently wrenched her arm free. "I’m asking you, who is forcing who? Are you a fucking retard or what?!
"I want a divorce, you won’t agree. I come here on a business trip, you chase after me. Now I’m at a wedding, and you have to ruin this too. Do I owe you something?!"
"What will you do if I leave?"
Leona Grant was angry now, too. He was the CEO of the Grant Group; people had always begged him for things. Yet, he had humbled himself before this woman time and time again. And what did he get in return?
Her escalating defiance! Her complete disregard!
Leona Grant’s handsome face suddenly darkened. He stared at her, his voice rising again. "If I leave, you’ll just be all lovey-dovey with some other man, is that it? Annabelle Linton, if I had come a few days later, would you be the one in the wedding dress today?!"
"Yes! So can you just let me go and stop getting in the way of my happiness?!" Annabelle Linton blurted out without a second thought.
’I hate Leona Grant.’
’I hate his touch, and I hate being with him even more!’
’For some reason, my life now just feels like a mockery of my past.’
’This wedding, for instance... it feels like it’s mocking me for being such an idiot, silently testifying to everything Leona Grant has put me through!’
’And I hate him for never, ever letting me go!’
When Leona Grant heard this, the image of her and Aaron Wyatt smiling sweetly at each other flashed before his eyes.
’Everyone said they were a good match, but I’m her husband!’
’She ran off to this faraway place to cheat on me so brazenly, and I still suppressed my anger to talk to her nicely. And how did she respond?!’
’Mockery and cold, harsh words!’
’I am Leona Grant. I deserve the best treatment. Even when people are treated differently, I should be the one receiving the highest honor.’
’Aaron Wyatt... who the hell does he think he is, trying to steal my wife?’
"What did you say?!" Hearing her words, Leona Grant’s fury surged. He glared viciously at Annabelle Linton. "Annabelle Linton, I fucking dare you to say that again!"