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 agreeing, "Fine, if you're so

that man anywhere in sight, I thought to myself that stepping

of the front door and shut the

you," I

stepped off the porch, while I

was striding angrily ahead of me, and while he continued to march ahead, my eyes caught a pole lying in the garden close by. It was a simple metal pole, but

I took a deep breath and stepped away from the path to

.

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

positioned myself right behind him and waited for the perfect time to strike. When he stopped to look at something on his

hard at the back

bravado, he crumpled to the ground, unconscious after one blow to his head. Look at all that aggression sprawled on the ground with him.

your boss out of my premises,"

up in

what I was saying. Then, he looked behind me and sprang out of the car

Mr. Torres!" he exclaimed, rushing to Mark's side, checking for any

Torres was

Mark up, he was too heavy. But he

the man's shoulders. With some effort, the assistant managed to shove Mark's body into the backseat of

returned to me after closing the

"Mrs Torr-"

out my hand to

soon inherit that title, please call me Miss Turner. Also, tell your boss that I will resend him a divorce agreement, please sign it as soon as possible, so we don't

wind after him as he settled into the car with his

had zoomed off into the distance before I finally turned away from there. And when I saw my front door again and remembered who was still waiting inside,

thought to myself. Should I