Chapter 5
Peter clenched his fists, glaring at Josephine with fury in his eyes.
She already knew what he was about to say.
Panting heavily, Josephine’s strength seemed to drain all at once.
She sank to the floor, rubbing the car that was still ringing from his slap.
Sitting among the pile of clothes, she began folding them again.
“Aren’t you just waiting to divorce me, so you can marry Camila?
“We’re almost there. After this, just two things left. What, are you planning to throw it all away now? Honestly, the first two tasks you completed were pathetic. Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet about divorcing me?”
She looked up at him as she spoke, her gaze locking onto his.
His ink–dark eyes were laced with scorn.
“Josephine, people should know their place. Too bad you don’t.
“I’ll do this third thing, but you better remember the Sinclair family can’t protect you anymore. Touch Camila again, and I’ll make sure nothing remains of you to bury.”
Josephine lowered her head and gave a bitter smile.
Talk tough? She could, too.
Back when they used to argue, Peter was never her match.
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And now, she would soon give him what he wanted without lifting at finger.
Peter called Camila, coaxing her gently until she forgave him.
Then, under his arrangement, she returned to the country ahead of
schedule.
Watching how delicately he protected her, Josephine felt like she had swallowed poison.
So he did know how to love someone.
Just not her.
When Peter came back, Josephine still hadn’t finished packing.
He lost his patience, yanked her to her feet, and bent down to do it
himself.
“Useless. It’s just a few damn things. You’ve been at it forever and still not done. Anyone would think you were dying, can’t even handle this.”
Josephine suddenly felt amused by his rant and decided to toy with him.
“You’re right. I am dying. So what? If I die, will you regret treating me
like this?”
Peter froze for a second. When he looked up again, his face was full of
mockery.
“Regret? Don’t flatter yourself. If you died, I’d throw a three–day party, firecrackers and all, invite all of Los Angeles to celebrate.”
Josephine laughed until her eyes teared up, clutching her abdomen from the pain.
“Peter, you’ve got such a sharp tongue. After everything, we did sleep together, didn’t we?”
She didn’t stick around.
She could tell her body had reached its limit.
After returning to Los Angeles, she was bedridden for another week.
Each radiation session made her hair fall out noticeably faster.
The day Peter called to rush her about the last two tasks, she locked herself in the bathroom and cri
all afternoon.
Once the tears dried, she pulled herself together and went to the mall to buy a wig.
“You cut your hair?”
She didn’t answer his question. Instead, she walked straight to his car.
“Let’s go.”
Peter frowned and instinctively reached out to touch her wig, but she quickly dodged him.
“We’re on a schedule. Are we going or not?”
He climbed into the car. “Just so you know, the cooling–off period ends in less than seven days. You’d better hurry and figure out the last two things.”
Josephine didn’t respond. Her eyes remained fixed on the window outside.
She used to be too busy arguing with Peter, too busy trying to talk to him, and she ignored the beauty of Los Angeles all around her.
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She thought they could share the same view if she could stand on the same level as him.
But the truth is that to someone who doesn’t love you, it doesn’t matter if you’re standing right beside them; they’ll still look right past you.
And for the one he loves, he’ll lower his proud head without hesitation..
The fourth thing Josephine asked for was simple, she wanted Peter to go. with her to an amusement park.
“How childish,” he scoffed, giving her a disdainful look.
Chapter 6
