The Impossible Divorce novel Chapter 3

The remaining light in Sophia's eyes instantly disappeared. She lowered her head and bit her lips in silence. And she seemed to be enduring and stubborn.

Brady narrowed his eyes and stared at her. He had obviously forced her to look like this, which was he wanted to see, but when he really saw this, he felt that it was uncomfortable.

He moved his gaze away, and his fingertips that were hanging by his side tensed up.

"You are such a nuisance. Even a glance at you makes people feel disgusted." He pursed his lips and said such a cold sentence. He raised his foot and passed Sophia, directly past her, pulled open the door, and then slam the door.

After a loud noise, the room was silent.

Sophia turned her head stiffly and looked at the heavily slammed door. The tears that she had endured all this time finally fell without restraint.

She leaned against the wall and slid down powerlessly, desperately suppressing herself from crying.

Outside the door, Brady, who had slammed the door, did not leave directly.

He stood behind the door and lowered his head slightly. The light at the doorway was dim, hiding the expression on his face and making it impossible to see clearly.

Through the door, he did not hear the crying that was being suppressed with all her might.

If he had heard it at this time, perhaps the relationship between them would not have been the same as it was afterwards.

After standing there for five minutes, Brady suddenly took a deep breath, raised his head, straightened his back, and left without stopping.

Sophia did not know how long she had been crying against the wall. When she stood up, her legs were so numb that she almost lost consciousness.

She leaned against the wall and relieved them for half a minute before regaining consciousness. Then, she dragged her weak body to the dining table, picked up her clothes and put them on slowly.

Finally, her gaze fell on the untouched three dishes and one soup on the table, and she smiled bitterly.

Pour all the dishes into the trash can one by one.

After Brady left, Sophia was completely insomniac. She lay in bed until dawn with her eyes open. Her body was obviously tired, but she didn't feel a bit sleepy.

Ever since she married Brady, she had been forced to resign and stay at home as a so-called full-time wife.

Every day, she cleaned up the room, cooked her own meals, and waited for Brady to come home when he was in good mood.

Days are boring.

She had nothing to do, so she lay in bed. Until afternoon, her sleepiness finally surged out, and she fell asleep in a daze.

However, not long after she fell asleep, she suddenly heard the door downstairs being pushed open.

Sophia immediately woke up and hurriedly sat up from the bed.

Was Brady back?

He would never come back twice before, and every time he came back, he would always send her a text message so that she could take a bath and make preparations.

Brady embraced the woman and explained softly to her, "Not a servant..."

His tone paused for a moment, and then his gaze fell on Sophia. "The status of servants is all higher than her. She is just a slave that I paid for. She has lived here for too long, so she thinks that she can become the hostess here."

Sophia's body went cold. Brady was warning her.

To make her understand her place under him,

Brady stared at her coldly. He hugged the woman and continued to walk upwards. He was about to hit Sophia but did not stop. He pushed Sophia's body with his shoulder and pushed her away. Then, he led the woman into the master bedroom with impudence.

That was where Sophia usually slept.

The bedroom door was slammed shut, and the ear-splitting sound of the door made Sophia's eardrums hurt.

She stiffly turned around and looked at the tightly shut door.

An uncomfortable chill and pain emerged from the bottom of her heart.

Was there anything more outrageous in this world than her husband openly flirted with others in front of her?

However, a few minutes later, a series of ambiguous voices came from the room. Each voice was like a knife, fiercely piercing into Sophia's heart, causing her face to turn pale with pain.

The voice grew louder and louder, as if it was going to knock the ceiling down.