Filed to story: The Secret Billionaire Heiress: Love’s Deception (Joyce & Tristan Novel)
Joyce put away her phone. She suppressed the pain in her heart and the burning sensation in her body, then braced herself and took a taxi to the City Hall.
Time passed by the minute. Tristan Beckett called Joyce twice, but no one answered, so he refused to call again.
Joyce sat on a bench looking very pale. An hour later, Tristan walked over with a stern, expressionless face as he looked down at her with his cold gaze.
“What exactly are you dissatisfied with? I know that you’ve donated more blood this month, but I’ve already compensated you.”
“Let’s just get a divorce…” Joyce lifted her head and met his cold gaze. Her voice was calm and composed and she no longer wanted to speak to Tristan anymore.
What they said was never the same thing.
Joyce looked at the prominent features of the man in front of her. He was handsome and tall, which made her fall head over heels for him, but he never once smiled at her.
In the past, she used to be cautious not to irritate him, but now when she saw his stern face, she felt numb.
Tristan looked at Joyce with a grim face. He could tolerate all of her requests or demands, but he could not stand that she did not know her place.
‘Does she genuinely think that she’s the only one who can donate blood?’
“Joyce, don’t regret your decision.”
“What I regret most is marrying you three years ago.” Joyce smiled miserably. She finally thought it through, and her mind could not be any clearer at this moment.
‘I’ve suffered enough in this marriage with Tristan Beckett. Enough is enough!’
It was near the end of the day, so there were only a few people in line and they were the last couple.
Their three years of marriage ended so hastily, in a matter of minutes.
The moment Joyce held the divorce certificate, her heart trembled a little.
Tristan did not say anything about wanting her to stay and did not even cast her a glance.
“Let’s go to the hospital.”
He still did not forget to use her one last time.
Joyce lifted her head slightly and suddenly laughed. “Tristan Beckett, even if she dies in front of me in the future, I won’t waste another drop of blood on her.”
Tristan’s eyes suddenly turned gloomy. “How could you curse Selena like that when she’s sick? Don’t forget, the condition of our marriage back then is that you’ll donate blood at any time she needs it.”
At that moment, Joyce just felt like her heart was stabbed. She was overwhelmed with pain.
‘Right… I could only marry him because I have golden blood. I promised to donate my precious and rare Rh-null blood to Selena Price whenever she needed it…’
Joyce’s gaze flickered as she looked at him, but the man’s eyes only had his usual indifference.
Her smile widened until she finally laughed with unbridled coldness.
‘I should’ve understood long ago that to Tristan Beckett, I am just a lowly walking blood bank…’
“Tristan Beckett, I don’t give a damn about being your wife! Don’t worry, I’ll donate my blood to her one last time and settle our accounts.”
She smiled enigmatically, then glanced at Tristan and turned to leave.
Tristan’s eyebrows were slightly knitted. He felt inexplicably irritable. He felt that there was something not quite the same with Joyce today, but he could not describe the feeling. It was like she was out of his control.
In their three years of marriage, he thought that he already knew her well. She was clingy and persistent before they got married, but she became a meek and obedient wife after.
Recently, Selena needed more blood transfusions. He felt guilty about it, but Joyce had never refused, so he felt more relieved and thought of compensating her in other aspects.
Regardless of her initial intentions of marrying him, Joyce was a good wife. Joyce suddenly asking for a divorce annoyed him, but it did not matter.
Tristan’s dark eyes deepened as he got rid of the irritation in his heart. ‘Forget it, she’ll naturally come back begging when she can’t survive on her own.’
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Before Tristan could say anything, Joyce hailed a cab by the roadside and went to the hospital. She found Selena Price’s VIP ward and pushed the door open.
A few doctors and nurses surrounded Selena and asked attentively if the woman was feeling any discomfort.
When Selena saw Joyce, her eyes flickered and she immediately looked delighted.
“Joyce, you’re finally here! You’re not mad at me for always bothering you because of my poor health, are you? I was worried that your body couldn’t take it.”
Joyce strode over to her with a cold and gloomy gaze.
“You sent that text, right?”
She went straight to the point.
Before Selena could answer her, Joyce slapped Selena’s face viciously.
“Ah!” Selena screamed and covered her cheek in shock.