Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

SYDNEY'S POV

I threw that damn agreement into the shredder," he spat. "I've already canceled an important meeting for you, I can't waste any more time."

He hadn't changed one bit. He was still that angry, impatient man I'd left behind who thought the world revolved around him. Rather, "my world". If he didn't want his time wasted, why the hell did he follow me back there?

Whether he threw the documents into the shredder, or burnt them to ashes with a lighter from his study, or kept them somewhere, none of that was my business.

I stepped back from the door and stared angrily at his face.

"My intention to divorce you is serious and solemn. If you don't accept a divorce by agreement, then I will have to file a lawsuit for divorce. That will only waste more of your "precious" time, Mr. Man!" I made that much clear.

At a point, my mind would slide back to think about the man who was probably still hiding somewhere in the house. I was also standing in front of the door and making sure to block Mark from taking a peek inside and seeing something he shouldn't. The case might just escalate further from an ex-couple bickering over divorce documents into something more dangerous.

Mark climbed even closer towards the door. But I couldn't move an inch back at that point because it was the furthest I could go in protecting the entrance. But I silently reveled in the fact he was affected that I wasn't stepping away from him anymore.

Mark gritted his teeth and said, "I'll say it one last time, whether we divorce or not is not up to you!"

He even had the nerve to tell me that I had no say in the matter. That I had no right on my part to break off the alliance? Thanks to Mark, the fear I'd been feeling initially, due to the man from earlier, had now turned into annoyance.

How dare he presume to dictate my choices, to deny me agency over my own life? I had tolerated his domineering attitude for far too long, but now I had reached my limit.

But I realized sooner that there was no reasoning with him. In fact, I didn't have that much time on my hands either, to spare for arguing with him. Mark would always be stubborn like that.

I swallowed hard and bit back the next words I'd intended on hurling at him.

Instead, I sighed and asked, "You really want to talk about this?"

"Yes, and you're coming with me now!" he demanded. His tone brooked no argument.

for a moment, exhausted and rubbing temples tiredly before reluctantly

sight, I thought to myself that stepping out at that time would probably be in our interests. He probably

walked out of the front door

I

a frown and stepped

behind Mark, who was striding angrily ahead of me, and while he continued to march ahead, my eyes caught a pole lying in the garden

Mark, who was still a few steps ahead of me, I took a deep breath and stepped away from the path to pick up the pole

.

hands than I'd imagined, but that was less of the problem. The problem was

perfect time to strike. When he stopped to look at something on his phone, I saw my opportunity,

him hard at the back

head. Look at all that aggression sprawled on

your boss out of

sat up in the driver's

understood what I was saying. Then, he looked behind me and sprang out of the car when he saw Mark lying on

exclaimed, rushing to

was

tried to lift Mark up, he was too heavy. But he eventually was able to

hands dangled ridiculously over the man's shoulders. With some effort, the assistant managed to shove Mark's body into the backseat

returned to me after closing the

"Mrs Torr-"

out my

as soon as possible, so we don't waste each other's time." The assistant nodded with the kind of expression that said, 'I don't

after him as he settled into the car with his boss and

into the distance before I finally turned away from there. And when I saw my

I just take