"Bella, if you listen to me, you can still be my wife in name only and maintain the interests of the Harrington family and the Vanderbilt family. After all, you are homeless, so who else can you rely on besides me?"
He pretended to take out his cell phone.
I held his hand, tilted my head 45 degrees, and tears flew like rain.
"Do we have to get a divorce?"
As I spoke, tears welled up in my eyes, and I looked through him at the clock on the wall.
Time passed by little by little, and every second was my salvation.
"Do this, and you will continue to be a spendthrift Mrs. Vanderbilt."
Nicholas took a few steps back and looked down at me condescendingly.
The sound of the ticking clock faded away, and as the last note came down, the 12 o'clock bell sounded slowly like beautiful music.
At that moment, I laughed.
"Okay, as you wish, let's get a divorce."
