"Dominique, let's divorce."

In a cold night.

Just as the man stepped into the living room, the woman handed over the divorce agreement.

"Heh."

He smiled, revealing a mocking expression.

He was observing her with disdain, like a cat watching a mouse struggle before it died. "Ella, do you regret marrying me?"

"Yes."

The woman's eyes became tearful. She didn't regret it, but she didn't have time.

The doctor's words sounded in her ears.

"Mrs. Frost, your stomach cancer has already developed into an advanced stage. If you give up the treatment, you won't be able to live beyond three months. I recommend that you be admitted to the hospital for treatment immediately."

Ella's eyes were filled with tears. "Divorce me. I don't want the shares my grandfather gave me. I'll leave them to you."

"Ha—ha …"

He laughed with cruelty, "Do you think that after three years, I still care about the small amount of shares in your hands? Ella, I just want to control you with a marriage certificate, making you beg for death."

"Ugh …"

The woman was pressed against the sofa.

He tore off her clothes brutally, and a kiss with the smell of alcohol attacked her.

Three years!

Every night.

She was a tool for him to vent his desires. On the sofa, on the bed, they did not stop until he was tired. Only then would he leave coldly.

Without even looking at her, he got up and walked to the bathroom, washed away her smell, and returned to that woman .

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, the woman cried.

She knew he hated her.

Because she took everything that belonged to him.

She was the adopted daughter of the Frost Family, but she was the major shareholder of the Frost Group.

Taking advantage of his grandfather's favor, she became his wife, became the mistress of the Frost Family, and thus, became the person he hated the most.

"Kada!"

He got out.

The man did not stop at all, he turned around and leave without emotion.

He never stayed with her for night.

No matter how late it was.

It was as if her use was only for venting his desires.

"Hmm …"

Even though she was used to it.

However, the moment the door closed, the woman's cries filled the entire bedroom with desolation.

"Ella, what do you want the most?"

When the old man was terminally ill, he held her hand and asked softly.

She said, "Grandpa, I just want a home."

She was an orphan, and the only thing she wanted the most in her life was a home with someone caring about her.

Roland said, "Alright."

Unfortunately, the result was his indifference and hatred towards her.

Extreme pain came from her stomach.

Ella ate half a bottle of painkillers. It was good that she died like this because there were her grandpa, Roland, and mom and dad in that world. She was not alone.

But in the next second …

The pills sprayed out of her mouth with a stinky smell. She vomited heavily and collapsed on the cold floor.

…

It was already dawn when she woke up.

The sunlight shone on her body through the large glass window. There was no warmth at all, only strong chill seeping into her bone.

She woke up from the pain.

After struggling to take three more painkillers, Ella limped into the living room barefoot and picked up the clothes scattered on the ground.

Just putting on her clothes seemed to have exhausted all of her strength. She curled up on the sofa, and her face was extremely pale.

The divorce agreement was still placed on the coffee table, Dominique did not even look at it.

He didn't want to get divorced because he wanted to torture her for the rest of her life.

"Heh …"

Forget it.

The woman's trembling hand picked up the divorce agreement. Looking at the words on it, she picked up her phone and called the lawyer, "Come here. I want to make a will."

After she made her will, she would leave. It was a good choice to leave this world quietly in a place that he couldn't find.