Three

After questioning him, the doctors concluded that he had amnesia due to being in a coma for three months.

They left the room soon after, instructing the nurse to arrange a CT scan and MRI. They wanted to confirm their diagnosis through further tests.

Lucien turned to David, wanting to ask more about his life, but before he could speak, the door was suddenly pushed open with a loud bang.

He looked up.

A woman walked in, dressed in a navy blue pantsuit.

Her figure was flawless, her face sharp and refined, as if carefully carved. Her fair skin and delicate features made her look almost unreal.

But her eyes were cold.

Dark, distant, and completely unreadable.

The moment their gazes met, a chill ran down his spine.

Those eyes reminded him of Anna.

Cold and unreachable.

The woman walked toward him in long, steady strides.

Lyra stepped into the room and saw him sitting on the hospital bed, pale and weak. Her eyes paused on him for a brief moment when she noticed the strange way he was looking at her.

Why is he looking at me like that? As if he is seeing me for the first time. Is this another one of his tricks?

Annoyance flashed across her face.

She stopped in front of him and spoke in a cold voice.

“So you finally woke up, Mr. Crossel.”

Lucien looked at her, still dazed.

“Who are you? Do I know you?”

She froze for a second.

Then she let out a short, mocking laugh.

“So this is your new trick to annoy me?” she said coldly. “Let me make one thing clear, Lucien. I will not let this go. I want a divorce. I cannot live with a man like you who only cares about himself.”

Her voice grew sharper with every word.

“You said you loved me, but what did you ever do to prove it? I know you only married me because of your dying grandfather, just like I did to fulfill mine. But at least I tried to keep this marriage peaceful. What about you?”

Her eyes hardened.

“All you did was whatever you wanted. You never cared about my family or anything else. All you did was shop, gamble, and party.”

She let out a cold breath.

“Let’s be honest. You didn’t marry me because you loved me. You married me for the status that came with my name. But I have no interest in staying in this marriage anymore.”

She pulled out a set of papers and threw them at him.

“Sign these divorce papers. We will go our separate ways. I will give you alimony and a house. You can live your life without worrying about anything. You will not be at a loss.”

The papers hit his face and slid down onto the bed.

Lucien felt the sting, but his expression remained calm.

Inside, he was annoyed.

But he refused to show weakness.

He had once been the king consort of the Nok Kingdom.

And now, this woman stood before him, speaking as if he were nothing.

Still, he said nothing.

This was not his life.

This body belonged to someone else.

If there were consequences, they were not his to argue against.

If a divorce was what she wanted, then so be it.

He was no longer the same man who endured everything for love.

He had already died once.

That had changed him.

He lowered his gaze to the papers, then frowned.

The words were written in a language he did not recognize.

Lyra watched him, her patience thinning.

“You tried to kill yourself by jumping into a pool when you don’t even know how to swim,” she said sharply. “Was this supposed to gain my sympathy? Did you think I would stop the divorce because of this?”

She let out a cold laugh.

“If that was your plan, then you are wrong, Mr. Crossel. You may be able to fool Grandpa, but not me.”

She pointed at the papers.

“Sign them.”

She expected him to argue, to shout, to threaten her with the old man like he always did.

But this time, she was ready.

She had already made up her mind.

In her eyes, he had never loved her.

He only loved what she represented.

A status.

A name.

A position.

To her, he was selfish, arrogant, and impossible to live with.

She had tried to make the marriage work, but he constantly suspected her and picked fights over small things.

It had become unbearable.

This time, she would end it.

A failed suicide attempt would not shake her resolve.

Lucien stared at her quietly.

From her words, he understood one thing.

She was his wife in this life.

But the situation made no sense to him.

Why does it sound like everything that went wrong was his fault? And who would try to take their own life just to gain someone’s sympathy?

His thoughts drifted.

He had also died by drowning.

But he knew how to swim.

So why could he not move?

Why did his body refuse to respond?

The more he thought about it, the stranger it felt.

He fell silent, lost in his thoughts.

Lyra watched him from the side, her brows slowly drawing together.

Something was wrong.

He did not argue.

He did not shout.

He did not defend himself.

He just sat there, quiet, thinking.

This was not like Lucien at all.