Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

Dulcie stepped back, warding off their touch.

After a moment’s hesitation, she shook her head with finality.

“You need to face the consequences of your actions.

You were well aware of the rules in the Shaw family, yet you chose to torment me repeatedly out of jealousy.

You should have considered the possibility of being fired.

And now you come begging for mercy? It’s too late.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

I acknowledge your apology, but I won’t grant you another chance.

”

She was far from naive.

Betty and Reina were conniving; forgiving them would only reinforce their belief that they could escape the consequences of their actions.

Given another chance, they might commit even graver offenses.

Such malevolent individuals deserved their punishment.

Betty was stunned.

She hadn’t anticipated Dulcie’s resolute rejection.

Her pleas had been so humble, yet Dulcie remained unforgiving.

Why?

“How can you be so heartless? All I did was ask you to sweep the floor, and you despise me this much? You want to see me trapped and helpless?”

Dulcie spoke with cool indifference.

“Why do you think you can’t survive outside Stastle? It’s because you’re too caught up in your vanity, unwilling to forsake the chance to make money where the wealthy gather.

Don’t try to guilt-trip me.

You’re just a prime example of ignorance and malice.

Without someone setting you straight, you’ll never change.

”

Her thoughts were clear, and her logic was sharp.

Kyson, raising an eyebrow, gazed at Dulcie.

He had once thought her naive, perhaps even simple, likely to be deceived by Betty’s pitiful guise.

Yet, Dulcie proved him wrong.

She was far from foolish.

In the yard, only Reina’s feeble cries lingered.

Seeing Dulcie’s firm refusal to help, Betty seethed with anger and bitterness.

She was so upset, she almost lunged at Dulcie to slap her.

With Kyson unlikely to let her off the hook, Betty turned to Connolly and retorted, “Connolly! It’s unfair to only punish Reina and me.

Dulcie confessed.

She struck me first.

She caused trouble too! She deserves to be punished and then expelled from the Shaw family! If Mr.

Shaw doesn’t take action against Dulcie, then he’s clearly biased, and that’s unjust!”

Connolly remained silent.

His face tensed slightly as he lifted his gaze to Kyson, curious about his reaction.

Kyson sneered icily, “Really? Who the fuck do you think you are? Who decides things around here-you or me, the head of the Shaw family?”

Betty, pointing at Dulcie with anger flashing in her eyes, argued, “Mr.

Shaw, she and I are both maids here.

You ought to treat us the same.

If you favor her, I believe the rest of the maids in this villa will be displeased.

”

The smirk at the edge of Kyson’s mouth widened, tinged with biting sarcasm.

“Who told you she was a maid?”

He strode over to Dulcie and lifted her into his arms with familiar ease, disregarding the astonishment on her face.

“Mr.

Shaw… What are you…” Dulcie stammered, clearly caught off guard by his actions.

Kyson glanced down at Betty, who was still on the ground.

“I planned to announce it tonight, but it seems you might as well hear it now.

”

He spoke deliberately, enunciating each word.

“Dulcie isn’t my private maid.

She’s my wife.

We were officially married just a few days ago.

”