Chapter 624

Hate me too.

Let's hate each other.

Then, leaving won't be painful.

And there will be no lingering attachments.

Spend the last remaining shreds of emotion.

Crush every last bit of beauty completely.

"You..." Liam Sullivan was choked by her icy words, his chest heaving violently.

"What? Do you think I'm cold and heartless? Are you disappointed?" Vivian Bennett's lips curled slightly, her eyes devoid of any warmth. "So don't hold any expectations for me. You're the one who forced me to this point."

Liam clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, forcefully suppressing the surging agony. "Vivian, tell me. What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Divorce." Vivian's voice was resolute and unyielding. "Let me go. From now on, we owe each other nothing."

It felt as if all the blood in Liam's body froze instantly. His face paled, turning deathly white.

How long had they been married?

She was already thinking about divorce.

How pathetic could a husband be?

To be despised by his own wife to this extent.

He wanted to laugh mockingly at himself, but his lips felt too heavy to lift. His heart felt like it was being sawed repeatedly by a blunt knife, the pain so intense it was almost suffocating.

"Impossible." Liam's voice was hoarse and absolute. "When I, Liam Sullivan, get married, divorce is never an option. Vivian Bennett, even if you're unwilling, we are bound together for this lifetime. Divorce? You'd better abandon that thought right now."

Vivian met his stubborn gaze, hardened her heart, and delivered the harsh words. "Then don't blame me for being heartless. I will keep treating you like this until you can't take it anymore."

This relationship was already riddled with holes.

Someone had to be ruthless enough to end it.

Since he refused, then she would be the villain.

That night, they stayed on the island.

Liam had said their honeymoon would be spent here. Despite Vivian's utter unwillingness, she was powerless.

The island was nominally her property.

But everyone on the island answered only to Liam's commands.

Apart from the helicopter, there was no way to leave.

And the helicopter had already been ordered by Liam to fly back. She could only watch the horizon, helpless.

The island's scenery was breathtakingly beautiful.

All the resort amenities were available.

Servants, a butler, masseurs, beauticians, even a private cinema projectionist—everything was fully staffed.

Apart from not being able to leave, nothing was lacking here.

The food was exquisite.

Entertainment was plentiful.

It was sheer luxury.

Tonight's dinner was prepared by a master chef specializing in traditional wedding banquets.

He prepared a table of dishes symbolizing auspiciousness.

Lotus seeds and lilies symbolized many children and blessings.

Sweet dumplings symbolized family reunion.

Dates hoped for an early birth of a precious son.

Every dish carried beautiful wishes.

Looking at this meticulously prepared dinner, Vivian felt a surge of rebellion instead.

The more seriously Liam treated this honeymoon, the more she wanted to disappoint him.

To make him suffer.

"Take it away." Her face was cold, not even glancing at the sumptuous feast. "I don't want to eat this."

The master chef, who had been all smiles, froze instantly, his face showing embarrassment.

For the hostess to refuse to eat without even tasting it was an insult to the chef.

Especially since these were his signature masterpieces, prepared with a full day's effort.

"Young Madam, these are all foods for good fortune at wedding banquets. Eating them brings blessings." The master chef couldn't help speaking up, a note of pride in his tone. "And they are all meticulously crafted by me. They are in no way inferior to the pastries of five-star hotels."