Cold_Winter_Nights

Marriage is nothing but hell to Ashley Scott.    
   
  From her husband's unbearable indifference to his open affair, she just wants nothing to do with this miserable union.
   
     After almost five years with her husband, Nathan Li, Ashley was tired. She wanted to be free and that would only happen if they got divorced. And Ashley was determined to get a divorce, even if it meant getting on her mother's bad side.
   
   Nathan, on the other hand, did not want that. Ashley was his other half, his person and separating from her was something he could not stand.
       
       Ashley didn't want Nathan, but Nathan wanted her, and he would do anything to keep her.
     
With the revelation of secrets, would the couple be able to get past their trials and sustain their marriage, or would they forever be apart?

*Excerpt:
    
     He held her shoulders, his dark blue eyes glowing in the dark. "No one else can have you, Ashley. You're only mine."
  
         The scene then changed. This time, the blue-eyed man in her memories was kissing her. 

     After, he spoke in an awfully dangerous tone. "You know what I'm capable of, Ashley. You're only mine."

Mrs Li Wants A divorce

A shout and the sound of glass shattering was heard in an apartment. "Why does she always get everything!" The woman shouted, continuing to wreck the apartment.

"D-Denise, that vase is expensive!" The assistant at the side couldn't help but say out loud upon seeing her intending to kick the table which the exquisite looking vase stood on. The woman's expression faltered for a bit, her pupils shaking with indecisiveness.

Suddenly, upon thinking of something, rage swirled in her eyes once more. She turned, gritting her teeth before picking up a glass of water and chucking it to the side of the room. "I can't even destroy my apartment in anger because of that b****!"

Denise abruptly turned to the assistant who jumped upon noticing the woman's gaze on her. "Fifi, why do you think this happens to me alone, huh?" The assistant, Fiona, didn't dare to move as Denise approached her. She didn't dare to glance at the woman's face either.

If She Wanted To, She Would