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Chapter 62.
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Lucy truly seemed to have lost her sanity. Everything she did today was no longer about love—it was about wounded pride, about pain that had transformed into a burning vengeance. She would not allow any woman to possess Vicktor’s heart and then dance on the ruins of her suffering. Not now. Not ever.Today was the decisive day. The day revenge had to be completed, so Vicktor would understand one thing clearly: Lucy was not a woman who could be discarded and underestimated so easily.“Finally, I can get away from Vicktor’s car,” Lucy muttered with a smile full of schemes. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her eyes fixed on the straight road ahead. Vicktor’s car grew smaller in the rearview mirror—far enough that it could no longer block her path.“You see that yourself, don’t you?” Lucy chuckled, then laughed louder. “I will definitely win. And you…” She glanced briefly toward the back seat. “…you will only become a pitiful girl.”Lucy’s laughter echoed inside the car, sound
Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO! Chapter 89.
Amora’s heart pounded faster as the car continued to speed forward with no clear direction. The road ahead felt unfamiliar, far too deserted for an hour that should have still been bustling. Streetlights flashed past in rapid succession, casting long shadows that made her chest tighten even more.Her hands clutched the bag on her lap tightly. Her fingers were cold, slick with sweat. Her eyes stayed alert, fixed on the man’s back behind the wheel—a back that felt too stiff, too silent, too unsettling.“Sir, please stop the car,” Amora said again, this time more firmly, struggling to suppress the tremor in her voice.There was no answer.Instead, the car accelerated. The engine roared as if deliberately challenging her fear.Amora swallowed hard. “Sir… I said stop the car!”Suddenly, the hand on the steering wheel lifted. The black cap that had been covering the driver’s head was slowly removed. Long blond hair fell freely, catching the sunlight. Then came a soft laugh—cold, mocking, an
Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO! Chapter 88.
Vicktor glanced at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. Nine fifteen. Elisha should have arrived fifteen minutes ago.The man stood behind his desk, both hands resting on the surface of the dark wood. His gaze pierced the glass window of the twentieth-floor office, yet his mind was not truly there. An uneasy feeling had been clinging to him since morning—a feeling he found difficult to explain.A light knock sounded on the door.“Mr. Vicktor,” his secretary’s voice came politely. “The overseas guests are waiting.”“Send them in,” Vicktor replied shortly.He glanced at his phone again. The screen remained empty. No message. No phone call from Elisha.His brow furrowed. “Did Elisha decide not to come to the office?” he muttered quietly. Vicktor immediately typed a message.[El, has the driver who was supposed to pick you up arrived at your house?]The message was sent. A few seconds later, two gray check marks appeared.But there was no reply.Vicktor exhaled briefly, then slipped his
Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO! Chapter 87.
Vicktor stepped into the guest bedroom quietly. The bedside lamp glowed dimly, revealing Amora sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked restless, her fingers twisting together as if her thoughts refused to stay still.“Are you not asleep yet?” Vicktor asked as he gently closed the door.Amora turned quickly. A hint of surprise crossed her face before it shifted into hesitation. “Vick… I… I heard Kelly’s voice downstairs,” she finally said. It sounded like a reasonable excuse. In truth, moments earlier she had been absorbed in watching a drama about Lucy leaving that grand house—a scene that had felt disturbingly real in her mind.Vicktor nodded slowly. He stepped closer and stopped a short distance from her. In his thoughts, one thing surfaced again. Elisha—the woman with him now—truly loved Kelly with all her heart. There was no falseness in her eyes, he thought.And at that moment, Vicktor felt certain once more. He had not been wrong to divorce his wife in order to be with Elisha
Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO! Chapter 86.
Lucy grabbed the large suitcase the maid had placed at the foot of the bed. Her hands trembled—not from fear, but from a fury she could no longer contain. She shoved several clothes into the suitcase with harsh, jerking motions, as if every piece of fabric were years of accumulated resentment.“Don’t just stand there like a statue! Hurry up and finish everything!” Lucy snapped at the maid, making the woman in the housekeeper uniform flinch.The maid could only nod, her face pale. She lowered her head and continued folding the clothes in silence.Vicktor remained standing by the bedroom door, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were cold, unmoving. His anger didn’t explode the way Lucy’s did—his was silent, yet far more suffocating.Lucy stopped her movements, then turned to face him. “So this is our end, Vick? Is it really that easy for you to discard someone who has stayed by your side for years?”Vicktor didn’t respond. His silence cut deeper than any words could.Lucy let out
Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO! Chapter 85.
Vicktor tightened his grip on Amora’s hand, his fingers firm as if he had no intention of letting her go. Without giving Lucy the slightest chance to speak, he pulled Amora away from the living room.Amora had no choice but to follow his steps, even as her mind filled with questions. Just before crossing the doorway, she turned. Her gaze met Lucy’s—eyes blazing with a mix of anger and disbelief. Yet Amora, for some reason, forced a faint smile. A smile that looked like victory.That smile became the final spark that made Lucy explode.“Vicktor, wait! I’m not done talking!” Lucy shouted, her voice cracking. “No matter what, I will never sign those divorce papers! Never, Vick!”Lucy stopped right at the bottom of the staircase, her breath uneven.But Vicktor didn’t turn around at all. He and Amora continued climbing each step without slowing down.Lucy lifted her head, staring at their backs as they disappeared behind the wall of the second floor. Her hands clenched so tightly that her
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