My Wife Is A Masquerade Master

Chapter 7

In Neville’s eyes, Madison seemed to be an irremovable irritant, and everything she did was to attract his attention.

It was all because she loved him so humbly that caused Neville to have the illusion that he was indispensable in her life.

Madison took a deep breath, trying to keep her tone calm. “Neville, I was unreasonable, always fixated on things I couldn’t have. But now, I’ve come to my senses and just want a divorce, giving you back your freedom,” she said.

Neville seemed to interpret her words as complaints. His thin lips tightened. “Madison, have I been too nice lately, making you forget your place?”

Madison chuckled at his question. “I’m seriously discussing our divorce, and you think I’m joking with you.”

Neville coldly glanced at her. “You better put away your coy tricks. Even as a spectator, I find it tiresome

Madison felt she and this arrogant man were on completely different wavelengths, unable to communicate. Irritated, she drank a glass of water in one go.

Neville looked at her and reminded her, “I just drank from that…”

Madison realized she had taken the wrong glass in her anger. ‘Neville would probably think I was playing another trick to seduce him, she thought.

Indeed, when she looked up, she saw mockery in Neville’s eyes.

“Madison, I offered you a name and wealth through our marriage, and you played the role of Mrs. Preston. It was a transaction where both of us got what we needed. It was a fair trade. So, don’t entertain any illusions,” Neville stated coldly.

Madison’s patience had been worn thin within the confines of the Preston family. She glared at him with anger and retorted, “And what exactly do you think I wanted?”

Neville impatiently pulled at his collar and said, “Letting you be my wife is already my greatest concession. Don’t harbor any illusions about winning my heart.

Madison almost exploded, but she restrained herself. “Mr. Preston, how could you think that way?”

Neville sneered, “Back then, you were willing to marry into the Preston family at any cost, desiring its wealth and glory. Now, you ask for a divorce without wanting anything. Are you trying to make me feel pity for you?”

She didn’t want anything for the divorce because she didn’t want to disgust herself with what belonged to the Preston family. Besides, she was competent. Why would she need the Preston family’s charity?

to get

Preston, I was wrong. I do want

everything. He was contemplating whether to give Madison a way out as she said, “I want to get back the

instantly darkened.

family didn’t provide me with anything. The wedding was treated as a mockery by the Prestons. They didn’t even bother to prepare a gift for me, and I had to hastily make my own wedding dress overnight. The only gift I received was from Sapphire. She selflessly bestowed upon me her entire medicinal field

had treated her as a joke, with some even betting that she wouldn’t last three days in the Preston

her foster mother, who had wholeheartedly arranged everything for Madison, going

Chapter 7

her sole possession as a wedding gift, hoping it

the Rhodes family for generations, and the Preston family obviously didn’t value it. Over

the Preston family, she would

his chest when he heard the suppressed tone

wedding and didn’t even attend,

when he thought she was reluctant to part with the medicinal field, he felt

in the herbal business, and the medicinal field was useless to them. Even so, he wouldn’t

She would figure out another way

seeing him, Madison closed

to her own bed; sleeping in a strange place never settled well with her. But

flipped through the documents. At this moment, a small head leaned on his shoulder.

lips and covered her with a blanket,

he thought, asking for a divorce but still seeking comfort by leaning on my

towards the cabin door, one

too close to him, Madison intentionally slowed down her

look back, and the two walked as

breathed a sigh of relief. However, Neville suddenly turned around and

an eyebrow and asked, “Mr. Preston, is there anything else

calling b

way. “Madison, I’ll give you

Isn’t the divorce a win–win situation? He can dump me and marry his sweetheart. But how come he acts like