Chapter 4

Lucas started to make a move, but after just a few steps, he let out a pained cry and crouched down, clutching his chest.

Heather rushed over in distress and helped him up. "Luke, are you okay?"

Lucas deliberately spoke in a weak, breathless voice.

"I'm fine. It's just my asthma acting up. Hattie, as much as I want to be with you, I don't want to saddle you with the stigma of being ungrateful. Since Randall won't agree to the divorce, maybe we should just forget about being together—"

Before he could finish, Heather cut him off coldly. "Luke, I'm going to get the divorce done with Randall right now."

With that, Heather gave no room for argument and ordered her bodyguards to escort me into the car and forcibly took me to the courthouse.

In the car, since I still hadn't gotten my IV drip, my heart had already started to ache badly. Just then, my doctor sent me a message, urging me to come in for my follow-up.

I hadn't even managed to send him a reply when Heather snatched my phone and tossed it out the window.

"Randall, the sooner we get the divorce done, the sooner you can go to the hospital. I suggest you cooperate, or you'll only make things harder on yourself."

Left with no choice, I could only nod. However, deep down, I swore to myself that once I got the divorce certificate, I would make them pay for everything they had done today.

As the divorce agreement had already been signed, the entire process went smoothly. The staff informed us we could come back and collect the divorce certificate in two days.

Only then did Heather and Lucas finally breathe a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, the sharp pain in my heart left my face deathly pale.

Seeing how unwell I looked, Heather unexpectedly offered, "I'll drive you to the hospital."

I slapped her hand away coldly. "No need. You stay here and keep Lucas company. We're divorced now, so we're pretty much strangers. I'll get there myself."

Then, ignoring the dark look that flashed across Heather's face, I hailed a cab and went straight to the hospital.

It wasn't until after the IV drip was done that I finally felt alive again.

After that, I took a cab home and started packing my things.

I burned all 99 handwritten love letters I had written to Heather, which I had kept tucked away in a drawer, and tore every sweet couple photo from our passionate days off the wall, throwing them into the trash.

Just as I finished packing, Lucas sent me several text messages.

"Randall, don't you dare think that I have no idea what trick you have up your sleeves. You're trying to play the sympathy card to win Hattie back. I suggest you drop that idea! Hattie's heart has always belonged to me. She has never loved you.

"These six years you've been married, even when I was abroad, Hattie stayed in touch with me the whole time. Every now and then, she'd fly overseas to meet me under the pretext of business trips. She loves me to the core. What do you have to fight me with?"

Lucas' messages came in one after another, and my heart grew colder with every word. I had thought Heather must have felt at least something for me. I never expected that she had betrayed me so early on.

In the past, seeing this would have devastated me to the point of emotional collapse. Now, I just sent back a perfunctory reply.

"All the best."

Thinking I was deliberately mocking him, Lucas fired back an angry voice message. "Randall, are you trying to provoke me? Just you wait. I'll make sure you see exactly who Hattie chooses!"

I couldn't be bothered to respond, so I simply grabbed my suitcase and headed for the door. Unexpectedly, the moment I opened it, I came face to face with Heather, who had rushed back in a hurry.

I was a bit surprised because I hadn't expected Heather, who had been with Lucas, to return so soon. In the past, she would always stay out with him until the next day.

In the past, she had always used business dinners as an excuse. Thinking back now, it was clear that all those nights she never came home had been spent with Lucas.