Chapter 92. Welcome to Real Hell

Michelle froze in her stance, her eyes widened but never leaving Ethan’s gray eyes that were full of hatred. The way he looked at her was intense, as if he had been loathing her for ever; as if he had been waiting for their confrontation to happen so he could eat her whole. Every second passed, his breathing became sharper, and that totally weakened her.

"D—Don’t touch me!" She tried to pull her arm off his grip, but to no avail.

Ethan held his arm even tighter. Their faces were only a few inches away. Michelle fought the urge to melt into his cool mint breath. He was damn enraged, yet his attractive features never failed to make her swoon, even in the worst situation.

"Come on, Michelle." Ethan tilted his head, staring down at her as if she was his long-lost nemesis. "What else would you like to say? Confess everything now while I’m still open for negotiations!"

"I—I just want a divorce! That’s it!" Michelle yelled at him.

"You want a divorce so you ca