Chapter 1 I just want to sleep with you one more time.

At midnight, Mollie arrived on time at the top VIP room of the pub.

"Sign it and we'll get a divorce."

Hassan glanced at the two sheets of paper on the table, saying to her.

"Di...divorce?" Mollie could barely speak, her eyes filled with tears.

"Why? Did I do something wrong? I thought we were here to celebrate our wedding anniversary."

Hassan froze for a few seconds.

He didn't know that she would remember the date so clearly.

They had been married for three years.

No matter how good she was as a wife, in his eyes, she was just an orphanage-raised insignificant girl. How could she compare to Tiffany, his first love?

Moreover, Mollie's appearance was simply unbearable...

Hassan stared at her face.

Mollie's face was covered in pockmarks, looking terrifying.

It was the scars she got when her father saved Hassan and neglected his own daughter.

To repay her father's favor, the Cole family let Hassan marry Mollie.

Everyone in Lequa knew that the renowned young master Hassan Cole had an ugly wife.

"I won't skimp on the alimony. I'll give you a blank check, you can fill in the price."

Tears welled up in Mollie's eyes. "Hassan, can we..."

"No." Hassan immediately interrupted her.

He hated seeing her crying.

Mollie was ugly. But she was obedient and docile.

She lowered her eyelids, her moist eyelashes were long and slightly curled.

Although she had a terrifying face, she had a pair of clear and bright eyes.

Her voice was as soft as cotton. "Can we not get divorced?"

"Hassan doesn't love you at all, he loves me." Tiffany leaned against Hassan, her smile mocking and provocative.

A cold smile crossed Mollie's mind.

I don't love him, either!

I desire his body, and he owes my dad's favor, that's all.

Mollie raised her eyes, still acting weak and cowardly.

"Well, then, let's change the divorce agreement, I have a condition to add."

Tiffany couldn't help but sneer. "What a greedy bitch."

Mollie pretended to be surprised. "Tiffany, I thought you were always a gentle girl, turns out you can get angry too?"

Tiffany's face turned pale. She was about to retort, but Hassan spoke first. "Who are you to say anything about Tiffany?"

Mollie met Hassan's warning gaze and moved her eyes away.

"I...I know I have no right to say anything about her...Hassan, I don't want your money, I just want to sleep with you one more time."

She just wanted to intentionally disgust Tiffany.

Tiffany was about to explode. "What? You ugly freak, have some shame! Hassan doesn't love you at all! If you are so obsessed with sex, Hassan can find someone else for you!"

Ugly freak, shameless, climbing into the Cole, coveting Hassan's body...

For the past three years of their marriage, Mollie had been cursed by people.

There was coldness in her eyes, all concealed within the misty tears.

"Please?" she pleaded.

Hassan's eyes filled with disdain. He sneered, "I didn't expect you to be so despicable. I'm getting a divorce, and you're still clinging on. Do you think I'll change my mind if we sleep together one more time? Whether it's a thousand or ten thousand times, the person I love is still Tiffany."

Tiffany blinked her eyes, filled with affection. "Hassan..."

Mollie said with a bitter smile, "I know, so this is the last time."

She wanted to see if the poison in her body had completely cleared away.

Gazing into her eyes, Hassan suddenly felt a surge of frustration.

"Fine, Tiffany, you can go out first."

"What?!"

Tiffany was dumbfounded.

Mollie raised her eyes, imitating Tiffany's most aggrieved expression, "No matter what, I am still Hassan's lawful wife now. It is only natural for me to sleep with my husband. Tiffany, please step aside."

"Mollie!!"

Tiffany was driven out. As the door to the private room closed, all the lights went out as well. Tiffany clenched her fists, filled with indignation, "That bitch should get killed!"

In the darkness, their breaths intertwined...