I’m Divorcing with You Mr Billionaire! (Sydney and Mark) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5 

Chapter 5 

SYDNEY’S POV 

I threw that damn agreement into the shredder,” he spat. “I’ve already canceled an important meeting for you, I can’t waste any more time.” 

He hadn’t changed one bit. He was still that angry, impatient man I’d left behind who thought the world revolved around him. Rather, “my world“. If he didn’t 

want his time wasted, why the hell did he follow me back there? 

Whether he threw the documents into the shredder, or burnt them to ashes. 

with a lighter from his study, or kept them somewhere, none of that was my busi- 

ness. 

I stepped back from the door and stared angrily at his face. 

“My intention to divorce you is serious and solemn. If you don’t accept a di- vorce by agreement, then I will have to file a lawsuit for divorce. That will only waste more of your “precious” time, Mr. Man!” I made that much clear. 

At a point, my mind would slide back to think about the man who was probably 

still hiding somewhere in the house. I was also standing in front of the door 

and making sure to block Mark from taking a peek inside and seeing something 

he shouldn’t. The case might just escalate further from an ex–couple bickering 

over divorce documents into something more dangerous. 

Mark climbed even closer towards the door. But I couldn’t move an inch back 

at that point because it was the furthest I could go in protecting the entrance. But I silently reveled in the fact he was affected that I wasn’t stepping away 

from him anymore. 

Mark gritted his teeth and said, “I’ll say it one last time, whether we divorce or 

not is not up to you!” 

He even had the nerve to tell me that I had no say in the matter. That I had no 

right on my part to break off the alliance? Thanks to Mark, the fear I’d been feel- 

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ing initially, due to the man from earlier, had now turned into annoyance. 

How dare he presume to dictate my choices, to deny me agency over my own life? I had tolerated his domineering attitude for far too long, but now I had reached my limit. 

But I realized sooner that there was no reasoning with him. In fact, I didn’t have that much time on my hands either, to spare for arguing with him. Mark would al- 

ways be stubborn like that. 

I swallowed hard and bit back the next words I’d intended on hurling at him. 

Instead, I sighed and asked, “You really want to talk about this?” 

“Yes, and you’re coming with me now!” he demanded. His tone brooked no argu- 

ment. 

I stood there for a moment, exhausted and rubbing temples tiredly before reluc- 

tantly agreeing, “Fine, if you’re so interested in wasting your time talking, why 

– not.” 

After taking a quick glance back into the house and. Not seeing that man any- 

where in sight, I thought to myself that stepping out at that time would probably 

be in our interests. He probably also needed to leave. 

I walked out of the front door and shut the door behind me. 

“After you,” I said to Mark. 

He turned from me with a frown and stepped off the porch, while I followed be- 

hind him. 

I walked slowly behind Mark, who was striding angrily ahead of me, and while 

he continued to march ahead, my eyes caught a pole lying in the garden close 

1. by. It was a simple metal pole, but at that moment, it was the perfect tool I need- 
2. ed. 

Glancing back at Mark, who was still a few steps ahead of me, I took a deep 

breath and stepped away from the path to pick up the pole from the ground 

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The object was quite heavier in my hands than I’d imagined, but that was less of the problem. The problem was right in front of me 

I began walking behind Mark, the pole held tightly in my hands. I positioned my- self right behind him and waited for the perfect time to strike. When he stopped. 

to look at something on his phone, I saw my opportunity, and with all my strength, swung the pole. 

I hit him hard at the back of his head. 

I hadn’t expected him to get knocked out that quickly. Despite all his bravado, 

he crumpled to the ground, unconscious after one blow to his head. Look at all 

that aggression sprawled on the ground with him. 

After dropping the pole, I went to meet his assistant waiting outside the gate. 

“Come and take your boss out of my premises,” I said. 

The assistant sat up in the driver’s seat. 

At first, he didn’t seem to have understood what I was saying. Then, he looked 

behind me and sprang out of the car when he saw Mark lying on the floor. 

“Mr. Torres, Mr. Torres!” he exclaimed, rushing to Mark’s side, checking for any 

signs of consciousness. 

Mr. Torres was out, unfortunately. 

Even when the assistant tried to lift Mark up, he was too heavy. But he eventual- 

ly was able to lift Mark over his shoulders and carry him away. 

Mark’s hands dangled ridiculously over the man’s shoulders. With some effort, 

the assistant managed to shove Mark’s b*dy into the backseat of the car. 

Then he returned to me after closing the door 

“Mrs Torr-” 

I held out my hand to silence him. 

“A new lady will soon inherit that title, please call me Miss Turner. Also, tell 

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your boss that I will resend him a divorce agreement, please sign it as soon as possible, so we don’t waste each other’s time.” 

The assistant nodded with the kind of expression that said, ‘I don’t mean to get involved‘. He turned after a curt bow.