Sir, Please Sign Here to Get a Divorce-Chapter 8: Harming Herself to Frame Her

Sylvia Schuyler hadn’t expected Ethan Yardley to try and send her away.

’Is it because that wild woman can’t stand my being here, and Ethan has to do what she wants?’

’In her dreams.’

Suppressing her dissatisfaction, Sylvia Schuyler looked up at the handsome man across from her and said in a self-reproachful tone,

"Ethan, do you feel like I’m bothering you two?"

"That’s not it. I just feel this isn’t appropriate."

"What’s so inappropriate about it? Just treat her as a tool for bearing children. As long as you don’t get emotionally attached, I don’t mind."

Upon hearing this, Ethan Yardley’s expression suddenly darkened.

He looked at Sylvia Schuyler, his voice as cold as ice.

"Sylvia, giving birth is a monumental act for any woman. What’s more, she’s very important to me."

"..."

Seeing Ethan’s sudden flare of anger, Sylvia Schuyler had a bad feeling.

His words surprised her even more.

’Could this man really be in love with Serena Yardley?’

’No.’

’That Serena Yardley has nothing. What could Ethan possibly love about her?’

’Their marriage was just a sham to appease the family elders.’

’And since I can’t have children, Ethan had to marry Serena Yardley to carry on the Yardley family line for them.’

’So there’s no way Ethan could love her.’

"Ethan..."

"That’s enough."

Ethan Yardley cut Sylvia Schuyler off, insisting, "It’s settled. I’ll marry you in two years as promised, but for now..."

"And what if I don’t agree?"

Sylvia Schuyler’s attitude hardened as she stared fixedly at the man across from her.

"I want to live with you now. We’ve been apart for so many years, and I don’t want to be separated from you again. Even if you need a woman to bear your child, then let her. I don’t care."

’How could she possibly leave?’

’Ethan broke his promise and married someone else during the years I was away. If I leave again, what if that Serena Yardley not only has his child but makes Ethan fall in love with her?’

’I lost my ability to be a mother and have spent these years in living hell. Why should I give them two years to be happy together?’

’If I’m going to be miserable, then we’ll all be miserable together.’

’This time, he shouldn’t even think about casting me aside.’

"Fine. If you insist on staying, then stay."

Not wanting to say more, Ethan Yardley tossed down his silverware, stood up coolly, grabbed his coat, and walked out.

Left behind, Sylvia Schuyler sat there, seething with resentment.

’What right did Ethan have to treat me like that?’

’If it weren’t for him back then, would I be clinging to him so shamelessly now?’

Getting to her feet, Sylvia Schuyler’s beautiful face instantly darkened and twisted as she coldly walked upstairs.

Serena Yardley was still asleep.

Perhaps it was the pregnancy, or the fact that her foul mood the past few days had kept her from getting a good night’s sleep, but she was now sleeping in.

Perhaps because the presence beside her felt too dangerous, Serena Yardley forced herself to wake up.

When she opened her eyes and saw a woman standing by her bed with a look on her face like she wanted to eat her alive, Serena Yardley jumped in fright.

She quickly sat up, her aura chilling as she shouted, "Who let you in my room? Get the hell out."

Sylvia Schuyler remained unmoved, her eyes glaring daggers at Serena Yardley.

’I really want to strangle her with my own hands.’

’If this wild woman were dead, no one else would dare have Ethan’s child, right?’

Step by step, she advanced on Serena Yardley, her face a mask of venom and menace.

Serena Yardley watched Sylvia Schuyler’s approach and met her gaze, unwilling to show any weakness. Even though she was smaller and sitting down, her imposing aura didn’t lose out to the other woman’s at all.

Sylvia Schuyler stopped at the edge of the bed and sneered at Serena Yardley.

"Serena Yardley, how much is Ethan Yardley paying you to have his child?"

In the end, she didn’t dare actually do anything to the girl, so she forced herself to calm down.

’This woman is absolutely shameless,’ Serena Yardley thought.

’Showing up at our home like the other woman and still acting so arrogant.’

’Who the hell gave her the nerve?’

Serena Yardley gritted her teeth and shot back sarcastically, "When your mom had you, how much did your dad pay her?"

"You..."

"You what?"

Serena Yardley cut her off, standing up on the bed so she was a head taller than Sylvia Schuyler. She looked down at her disdainfully and scoffed.

"You’re Miss Schuyler, right? You look so well-dressed, like you come from a good family. So why would you come to the wife’s home and try so hard to prove how shameless you are?"

"Or did your mother give birth to you just so she could teach you how to covet other people’s husbands?"

"..."

"If you’re really that lonely and desperate for a man, just say the word. I can go find a few for you on the street."

"So desperate that you have to come knocking on the door of a married man... do you not know the meaning of the word ’slut,’ or do you think this brings honor to your ancestors? Should I buy some firecrackers and announce it for you?"

Serena Yardley unleashed a torrent of words, each one a sharp barb that left Sylvia Schuyler no room to argue.

She gritted her teeth, glaring at Serena Yardley, her beautiful face twisted with rage. "You..."

"SLAP!"

Before Sylvia Schuyler could get a word out, Serena Yardley raised her hand and gave her a sharp slap.

Seething with rage, she didn’t want to see the woman for another second. "Still not getting the hell out? Or do you feel you haven’t shown me your true slutty nature yet and feel the need to show off?"

The slap completely stunned Sylvia Schuyler.

She clutched her stinging cheek, glaring at Serena Yardley with absolute hatred.

She wanted to hit back, but with Serena Yardley standing on the bed, she couldn’t reach her.

In the end, she had no choice but to turn and leave in humiliation.

Even after watching her go, Serena Yardley still felt a knot of disgust in her stomach.

’Didn’t Ethan tell her to leave?’

’Why is that woman still here?’

’And she even dared to come into my room.’

’If I don’t kick her out today, then I, Serena Yardley, don’t deserve to be his wife.’

After getting up, washing her face, and changing her clothes, Serena Yardley stepped out of her room to see if the woman had left.

Who would have thought—she was still standing by the staircase, not having left at all.

Gritting her teeth, Serena Yardley looked around, found a broom, and marched toward Sylvia Schuyler.

Sylvia Schuyler was standing by the staircase, calling Ethan Yardley.

Her eyes, however, were fixed on the front door downstairs.

She turned back to see Serena Yardley coming toward her with the broom, just as Ethan Yardley’s figure appeared downstairs.

She immediately cried out to Serena Yardley, "I really didn’t mean to bother you two! Serena, please, let me explain..."

"AHHH!!!"

Before Serena Yardley had even gotten close, she heard Sylvia Schuyler let out a couple of strange cries and then go tumbling down the stairs.

"..."

’What the hell? What kind of act was she putting on?’

Serena Yardley rushed forward.

Standing at the top of the stairs, she saw Ethan rush over from a short distance away. He quickly gathered the fallen woman into his arms, crying out, "Sylvia..."

When he looked up, Ethan Yardley saw Serena Yardley standing at the top of the stairs, a broom still in her hand.

It was obvious she had pushed her.

Anger instantly flashed across his face, but before he could reprimand her, Sylvia Schuyler gripped his hand. Her head bleeding, she cried weakly,

"Ethan, I just wanted to get along with her... I never thought she would be so ruthless. Ethan, my face hurts... my head hurts so much."

Ethan Yardley looked down and saw the red handprint on Sylvia Schuyler’s cheek and the blood covering her head.

As much as he wanted to fly into a rage, he held it back. He swiftly picked up Sylvia Schuyler, shot Serena Yardley a bone-chilling glare, and rushed out of the villa.

Serena Yardley was left speechless.