Chapter 164 Don't Want to Remarry You

Yvette took the initiative to pour me some water, moving with a rare softness. Taking the opportunity, I leaned down and started rummaging through the drawers, searching for that box of birth control pills. In our past life, she was adamant about being child-free, and I dutifully took all the precautions. But this time, things wouldn't be that easy. I needed to make sure she took this little "peace-of-mind pill" as soon as possible. I vaguely remembered putting the pills in the home medicine kit when we got married. After some digging, I finally found them. I checked the expiration date—just barely still good. What lucky timing. When she handed me the water, I quickly tore open the package, pressed a pill into her hand, and gave the water back to her. But before I could say a word, she grabbed my wrist with surprising strength, her grip like a vice. Her brows furrowed as she stared at me. "Owen, what are you trying to make me take?" Her sudden move startled me, and the pill slipped from my fingers, falling to the floor. "You know exactly what it is," I snapped. "What if you get pregnant? Better to prevent it now." She remained expressionless, her tone sharp. "If I get pregnant, I'll have the baby. Do you think I can't afford to raise one?" Her response made me laugh. "Yvette, you're the one talking about getting back together and having kids. I'm not interested in either. I'm not raising a kid with you." Anything beyond our agreement is off the table. What's between us is nothing more than a transaction. A kid? That would take a level of love and commitment I simply don't have. I can't do it. Her face darkened instantly, her gaze turning cold and sharp. I smirked, amused by her reaction. "Yvette, don't tell me you think sleeping with me will make me stay willingly. That having my child will make me fall head over heels for you? Wake up—that's some outdated, fairy-tale nonsense." Yvette was momentarily at a loss for words. I pulled another pill from the box and held it out to her. "Let me be clear—I don't like you. Even if we slept together for years, I'd only grow to resent you more. And let's not forget that we have an agreement. "I warned you that I'm not easy to deal with. Just because I'm not pushing for a divorce doesn't mean I can't make you file for one. "We're never going to grow old together. If you're smart, you'll watch your back, or I'll find a way to humiliate you. Remember that little incident that blew up on social media? Don't think I've forgotten about it." Everything between Yvette and me was built on the foundation of getting Lila the treatment she needed. Once Lila was cured, there'd be nothing holding me here—she wouldn't be able to keep me. Yvette's face was as stunning as ever, but now it carried an unsettling chill. She grabbed my hand suddenly, her gaze icy, clearly refusing to take the pill. I stayed calm, colder than her, with a smirk of mockery on my lips. "Are you that desperate for a kid? Fine, I'll find you some random guy tonight. If you end up pregnant, just have the baby. At least it won't be mine, and I won't have any responsibility for it." Her face twisted with anger, and without a word, she crushed the pill in my hand into powder. The two of us really aren't the same kind of people. I'm as straightforward as they come, unlike you, with your head constantly filled with thoughts of cheating. Keeping things stable at home while chasing thrills elsewhere—you're like a pro at juggling chaos, always ready to scale walls and sneak around. I couldn't help but sneer internally. She's upright? She's principled? What a joke. I gave her a fake smile. "You know what I'm like, and yet you insist on keeping me around. Who's the masochist here?" Yvette let out a cold laugh, her tone unreadable. "Maybe I am." I stared at her, stunned. Did she really think of herself as a masochist? I froze, my mind reeling with disbelief. Then, with growing impatience, I shook her hand off. Whatever reckless choices she wanted to make were none of my business. "I'm not wasting time arguing with you. If you want to have a kid, go ahead, but don't expect me to acknowledge it. If you're okay with bringing a fatherless child into the world, then skip the pill. After all, you'll be the one suffering, not me." Finally, she picked up another pill and swallowed it. "Owen, get out. I don't want to remarry you." I froze, staring at her in disbelief. "What did you just say?" Yvette stood up, her figure backlit by the morning light, making her face unreadable. Her tone was cold and carried a hint of anger. "I'm not interested in a man whose heart belongs to someone else—especially one who's willing to sacrifice everything for another woman. I have money, I have power, so why should I settle for a husband who doesn't even have me in his heart?" "I used to want you because I couldn't have you. It was the chase, the curiosity. But now that I've had you, I realize it's not that interesting after all." "You've completely killed the mood for me. I don't even have the desire to sleep with you again." Damn it. The way she was all in last night, it didn't look like she was disgusted in the slightest. But to remarry her for the sake of pride? That'd be pathetic. No way. This was the perfect chance to get rid of her for good. Life really does have its twists and turns. Last night, I thought it was the end of the world, and now I felt like I'd hit the jackpot. My emotions were all over the place, like riding a roller coaster. By now, I was practically giddy. I couldn't help but laugh out loud as I stared at her cold, distant face. "Yvette, remember—you're the one who said that." Walking out of the villa, I spotted Oliver, standing by the car, looking completely shocked to see us. He quickly reached out to open the door. "Ms. Yvette, Mr. Owen." I was a bit surprised too, but then I remembered—it's Monday. Yvette had work, and it made sense for Oliver to pick her up. I was planning to bypass them and catch a cab to visit Uncle Benjamin, but Yvette called out to me in her usual icy tone. "Where are you going? I'll drop you off first." "The hospital," I said casually. A free ride was a free ride, and my foot was still killing me. There was no point turning it down.