"Vivian, marriage is not a game."
Tristan Sterling's expression was grim as he spoke coolly.
"But she isn't a proper wife! You were injured, and she didn't care about you at all. I can't see a single trace of love for you in her eyes. Tristan, you deserve better!" 'Like me!'
Vivian Linton cried out indignantly, her face a mask of injustice on his behalf.
She desperately wanted to shout those last two words, but she was afraid it would be too forward and disgust him, so she held her tongue.
A glint of coldness flashed in Tristan Sterling's eyes.
'She doesn't have a trace of love for me anymore?'
He refused to believe it.
'The Holly Sinclair of the past loved him so much. How could she just stop loving him on a whim?'
'She's just throwing a tantrum, that's why she's pretending to be indifferent to me.'
Tristan Sterling was very confident in his own charm.
He even felt that it didn't matter if the current Holly Sinclair truly didn't love him anymore.
