Chapter 853: Chapter 853: A Divorced Woman Is Worthless
Zaiden Santos pinched her chin, his indifferent gaze resting on her face for a long ti without speaking.
Ann Nolan also raised her head to et his icy gaze.
Their eyes t, and she was sowhat flustered.
But this man was different, still basking in limitless grace and calm composure.
She knew that after their divorce, it would still be like this…
She would leave Landon with her luggage, abandoning her job, abandoning everything, quietly; while he, he would still be the aloof Mr. Santos, surrounded by a flock of won, lacking neither wealth nor won.
This marriage was a hurt to her, possibly an incurable wound for life.
To him, it was just an insignificant ga.
Given his looks and qualifications, he could find a woman a hundred, a thousand tis better than her, Ann Nolan, in no more than a day.
She knew he liked gentle, clingy girls, who would playfully charm him when he was happy, and act coquettishly when he was not.
All n fell for that routine.
Back in university, although they were in different departnts, whenever there was a competition or event that they both participated in, she always competed with him for first place.
Unfortunately, he really couldn’t beat her, which was quite embarrassing for him.
This embarrassnt later turned into animosity.
He even badmouthed her to his friends in private, saying she was ugly, had bad taste, lacked femininity, and knew nothing but studying.
Regrettably, she found out about these things only later.
If she had known earlier, known that he had a girlfriend, known that he had despised her for a long ti, she wouldn’t have told her grandfather she liked him.
A girl, no matter how much she lowers her head, should never be so cheap.
Unfortunately, there are no ifs.
In this marriage, she was trampled into the dust, and Zaiden Santos’s indifference had shaped her into another form, almost robbing her of all passion for life.
In the past, she was clearly not like this.
She liked the old Ann, cheerful, optimistic, and unyieldingly tenacious.
To her, marriage was indeed a cold tomb.
“Ann Nolan, if I sign the papers, where will you find another husband like , huh? Don’t you think it’s a pity? So, stop playing hard to get with , I know you don’t want a divorce,” Zaiden Santos said indifferently.
Ann Nolan’s eyes widened as she looked at the shaless man before her.
How could he say such things?
“Zaiden Santos, do you have no sha? Do you think that no one else would want if I left you? Who’s playing hard to get? Have so decency, will you?!”
“Ann Nolan, where else will you find a more solid support than the Santos family, where else will you find a better man than , huh?” Zaiden Santos sneered.
“Zaiden Santos, are you going to say next that a divorced woman is worthless, that no man will want her, and I’ll never be able to hold my head up again, is that it?”
Zaiden Santos laughed coldly without responding.
“Zaiden Santos, why are you so shalessly thick-skinned? Get out,” Ann Nolan said, not wanting to argue with him anymore.
From ho to the office, it was him who was shaless, but she still cared for her dignity.
Ann Nolan tried to break free from his grasp, but the disparity in their strength ant she couldn’t shake him off.
Ann Nolan’s eyes had already ford a thin layer of frost, cold and icy, causing the temperature around to suddenly drop.
“Zaiden Santos, aren’t you afraid I’ll make a big deal out of this, take it to grandfather?” she looked at him rcilessly.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Zaiden Santos laughed, full of confidence.
He knew her all too well.
It wasn’t that she didn’t dare, but rather it was impossible for her to be a talebearer, to worry her grandfather.
She wasn’t that kind of petty woman.
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