Chapter 103 You Are My Wife
She got home and hummed a tune while looking for that blue shirt in her closet.
She sniffed it to check for any smell. The weather had been unpredictable lately, with signs of the humid season coming. She was worried the shirt might pick up a musty odor.
If it smelled, she'd wash it again. If not, she'd just iron it and return it to Philip.
There was no smell—it actually smelled nice. But the iron was in Steven's room, so she had to go get it.
Nora hummed as she opened Steven's door.
Steven had just come out of the bathroom after his shower.
His tall frame was wrapped in a white towel, his hair wet and messy in a sexy way.
"Steven..." Nora glanced at his body and blushed. "You just showered?"
Steven glared at her with a dark expression. "So you finally decided to come home?"
"What?" Nora didn't understand. "I'm here to get the iron."
The iron was sitting on his window seat.
Steven looked at her sideways. "What do you need the iron for?"
"I need to iron a shirt."
As soon as she said that, Steven understood—she was going to iron that blue shirt again!
He couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh.
Nora thought he was being weird. Not wanting to be his punching bag, she walked over, picked up the iron, and started to leave.
"Nora."
Steven called her name, trying to control his temper.
Nora's hands shook as she held the iron. She looked up at him, and he suddenly pushed her against the wall, grabbing her chin.
"Whose blue shirt is that?" He looked down at her, finally unable to contain his anger.
Nora blinked, a little scared by his sudden rage. "Philip's."
Just as he thought!
His grip on her chin tightened. Steven asked coldly, "How long have you known him?"
"Not long." Just over a month.
"Not long and you're already keeping his shirt?" Steven sneered.
"Because he saved me."
"He saved you?" He raised an eyebrow, his face cold and dangerous.
"Yes, when I was a teenager, I fell into a river, and Philip saved my life. He's my savior."
Another savior?
Steven's eyes turned icy. She sure had a lot of saviors.
"So you're saying you've known each other for many years?"
"Yes, if you count that time, it's been 8 years."
8 years?
Steven's eyebrow twitched. He'd only been married to her for just over 3 months.
But she'd known Philip for 8 years!
That number—8 years—stuck in Steven's heart like a thorn.
Great. She had an 8-year-old flame and was still married to him. Nora had some nerve.
Steven thought about being someone's second choice and wanted to crush her.
Fury burned in his eyes as he stared at her hatefully. "You're not good enough for me."
Nora's pupils shrank.
She knew she wasn't good enough for him. She wasn't as accomplished, and her family didn't have the same advantages. She admitted that Steven got the short end of the stick in their marriage, but she'd been trying her best to be good to him.
Why couldn't he see what she did for him?
Always losing his temper with his own wife.
Always hurting her with his words.
Nora's heart turned cold. Her nose stung as she looked at Steven. "Are you serious?"
Steven saw her reddening eyes and regretted what he'd just said.
But Nora's next words were: "If that's how it is, then divorce me."
She'd had enough!
The endless cold treatment, the hot and cold behavior.
Last night too—so passionate at first, then suddenly cold, not telling her why, just leaving her there to overthink everything.
She'd seen Steven sitting by the bed for a long time last night, and he'd sighed.
What did that sigh mean?
Was he unhappy with their married life?
Yes!
She wanted to keep this marriage more than Steven did. Maybe because she didn't want to lose it, she was making things difficult for Steven?
Did Steven want a divorce but was afraid of hurting her, so he was just putting up with it out of pity?
"You want a divorce already?"
Steven laughed coldly. Getting back with her old flame, so now she wanted to leave him?
Was he, Steven, her backup plan?
When she didn't have a man, she pretended to be so devoted to him, and now that they'd made up, she wanted to kick him to the curb?
His grip on her chin tightened bit by bit. "Don't even think about it."
Nora hurt so much that tears came out. Her lashes were wet with tears as she said through a choked voice, "Weren't you the one who wanted a divorce? You even said you'd give me this Riverside Apartment. Why don't you keep your word?"
Nora was angry and didn't want to let him off easy, so she deliberately said things to provoke him!
Steven's eyes grew colder and colder. He said expressionlessly, "So you really do want my apartment?"
Looks like he hadn't misjudged her—she was just a woman who only cared about money!
Nora laughed coldly. "Weren't you the one who said it? You're so generous, so why don't you give it to me?"
Steven's face darkened to the extreme, his voice frighteningly cold. "You want to trick me out of my apartment so you can live there with another man—is that what you mean?"
So this was how Steven had always seen her.
Nora really hadn't guessed wrong.
His initial wariness, now the truth was finally out—he'd always seen her as a gold digger.
He was the one who wanted a flash marriage, and then, after marrying her, he was afraid she was after his money!
Nora found it hilarious and laughed out loud, tears streaming down her face.
"What are you laughing at?" His hawk-like eyes stared intently at her face.
Nora's lips curved in a bitter smile. "I'm laughing because I finally understand everything. Steven, let's get divorced."
After the divorce, he'd know whether she was really after his money or not.
Nora felt that explaining was pointless. Even if she explained this time, there would be a next time.
If that was the case, they might as well really get divorced.
Then he'd probably understand what kind of person she, Nora, really was.
"Divorce?" Steven repeated the word with a laugh.
Although he'd wanted a divorce at first, he could bring it up, but Nora couldn't!
Steven felt a vengeful impulse. His cool fingers pressed against her red lips. "I won't divorce you."
He wouldn't help Nora, and that go-go boy get together!
They wanted to be together right under his nose?
They'd have to ask if he agreed first.
Steven looked at her coldly. "You're still my wife. If you dare to find another man while we're married, just try it."
With that, he pulled away from her and walked out coldly.
He headed to Nora's room.
He kicked the door hard, and it made a loud bang.
That blue shirt was indeed on her bed.
Steven sneered, walked over, and grabbed the offensive shirt in his hand. He was going to throw this damn shirt away!
Nora followed him. Seeing him about to throw away the shirt, she rushed to stop him. "What are you doing? That belongs to someone else!"
She had to return that shirt to Philip!
Steven dodged her with a cold face and threw the shirt accurately into the trash can.
Nora's eyes widened.
"You're crazy!" She bent down to pick up the shirt.
What right did he have to throw away Philip's things?
Steven's whole body radiated coldness. Watching her pick up the shirt and dust it off, his face turned completely cold. He suddenly lunged at her and pinned her to the floor.
"Don't pick it up!"