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?

had to

Madison said, “Mr. Preston, I was wrong. I do want

everything. He was contemplating whether to give Madison a way out as she said,

instantly

let go, said softly, “When I married into the Preston family, the Guzman 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

Everyone had treated her as a joke, with some even betting that she wouldn’t

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

Chapter 7

it would give Madison

Preston family obviously

Preston family, she would help Sapphire reclaim the

felt a strange discomfort in his chest when he heard the suppressed tone

wedding and didn’t even attend, and he didn’t realize

reluctant to part with the medicinal field, he felt displeased.

had no involvement in the herbal business, and the medicinal field was useless to them.

She would figure out another

Madison

settled well with her.

with a cold face, flipped through the documents. At this moment, a small head leaned

with a blanket, allowing her head to rest

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

the cabin door, one in front and one behind.

to him, Madison intentionally slowed

the two

a sigh of relief. However, Neville suddenly

eyebrow and asked,

calling b

that way. “Madison, I’ll give you another three days to consider.”

for discussion in our marriage? Isn’t the divorce a win–win situation? He can dump me and marry his sweetheart. But how come he acts like it’s me