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.

a moment, exhausted and rubbing temples tiredly before reluctantly agreeing, "Fine, if you're so interested in wasting your time

back into the house and. Not seeing that man anywhere in sight, I thought to myself that stepping out at that time would probably be in our interests.

walked out of the front door and shut the door behind

you," I said to

a frown and stepped off the porch, while I

march ahead, my eyes caught a pole lying in the garden close by. It was

back at 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 from the

.

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

hard at the back of his

him to get knocked out that quickly. Despite all his bravado, he crumpled to the ground, unconscious after one blow to his head. Look at all that aggression sprawled on the ground with him. After dropping the pole, I

take your boss out of my

assistant sat up in

was saying. Then, he looked behind me and sprang

he exclaimed, rushing to Mark's side,

was out,

But he eventually was able to lift Mark over

ridiculously over the man's shoulders. With some effort, the assistant

me after closing

"Mrs Torr-"

held out my hand to

Turner. Also, tell your boss that I will resend him a divorce agreement, please sign it 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 mean to get

the wind after him as he settled into the car

from there. And when I saw my front door again and remembered

Should I just