Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

“Let’s move.

If you delay my time, you’ll find yourself left behind.

”

“I’m coming.

”

Dulcie hurriedly stacked the breakfast dishes and rushed them to the kitchen downstairs for the servants to clean.

Kyson, with his long strides, reached the car quickly but ended up waiting for her for a couple of minutes.

He passed the time smoking, his mood souring with each drag.

When Dulcie finally trotted up to his luxury car and reached for the backseat door, Kyson rolled down the window and barked, “Sit in the front passenger seat.

”

“Okay,” she replied, her voice trembling.

She climbed into the passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt, and braced herself for the drive.

Kyson extinguished his cigarette and pulled away from the curb, his tone cold as he scolded her.

“You took your husband’s car in front of several Shaw family bodyguards and chose the back seat.

Do you want them gossiping that our relationship is strained?”

Dulcie clutched her bag tightly, her head bowed.

“I’m sorry.

I was thoughtless and caused you trouble.

I’ll be more careful next time.

”

Kyson’s anger hadn’t abated since morning.

His voice was still edged with irritation.

“Next time, don’t bother with the dishes.

The servants can handle that.

You are Mrs.

Shaw, the hostess of the Shaw family, not a maid.

Don’t demean yourself.

The servants won’t appreciate your help; they’ll just look down on you.

”

His words were blunt but carried a certain logic.

Dulcie nodded, her face shadowed with unease.

“I understand.

It won’t happen again.

”

She lowered her head further, feeling the weight of his words.

Mrs.

Shaw, the hostess of the Shaw family.

These titles felt foreign and unattainable to her.

Their marriage was a contractual one, and she constantly reminded herself to stay grounded, aware that reality would eventually catch up.

Dreaming of a genuine position as the family’s matriarch only set her up for future heartbreak.

Better to keep her expectations low from the start, she thought.

It was safer that way.

As Dulcie gazed down in melancholy, Kyson glanced at her occasionally.

Realizing he might have been too harsh, he softened his tone and spoke earnestly.

“Even though we will divorce in a year, I promised you that during this year, I would ensure you enjoy all the privileges of being my wife in the Shaw family.

When we do part ways, I will make sure you’re not at a loss.

Whether you stay in Stastle to continue your career or return to Tuborg, money won’t be an issue for you.

”

Dulcie’s smile was bitter.

“Mr.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Shaw, have you forgotten that I didn’t want any property or compensation in our agreement? I was just hoping…”

She fidgeted with the edge of her skirt, her voice dropping to a near whisper.

“I wanted to see if I could make you truly fall in love with me.

If I can change your perception of me and leave a lasting impression, then my efforts this year won’t be in vain.

If I fail, then I’ll accept it.

It’s my fault for not being good enough.

You don’t owe me anything.

”