Chapter 4

I ignored him and blocked him on every social platform. The moment I powered off my phone, I felt an inexplicable sense of relief. I had wanted to do this for a long time.

Lucas was an only child who had been spoiled and doted on since birth. So, he was used to getting his way.

In the past, whenever I upset him, he would block me. He would only remove me from his blocklist after I swallowed my pride, apologized, and begged for his forgiveness.

Back then, I loved him. Even though I thought his behavior was childish, I indulged him. But now that I tried it myself, I finally understood him. It felt incredibly good.

Cutting someone who wasn't worth my time out of my life felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders.

To my surprise, Lucas showed up at my company the very next day. I was going over the contracts my employees had submitted when my secretary, Jordan Stanton, knocked and walked in. "There's a gentleman outside asking for you, Ms. Sinclair. He claims he's your husband."

I was caught off guard when I heard that. It took me a moment to realize that the person outside must be Lucas. I didn't know what he wanted, but I still motioned for Jordan to bring him in.

Lucas stormed into my office, sat across from me, and threw his bag on my desk. "What kind of idiots are you hiring, Fiona? They don't even recognize me. Fire them at once!

"Also, why did you block me? Even if you're jealous, you should at least know when to stop."

As soon as his words sank in, I found it painfully ironic. We had been married for six years, yet this was the first time he had ever come to my company to look for me.

For six whole years, he refused to let me post a single photo of us together on my social media. Yet, now he was complaining that my employees didn't recognize him.

How ridiculous. I calmly closed the contract and looked up at him. "What do you want?"

Noticing how apathetic I was, his expression hardened. Yet, something occurred to him, and he suppressed his anger.

"Cecilia can't afford chemotherapy, and I don't have enough either. Give me your card, and I'll forgive you for upsetting me the other day." Lucas extended his hand matter-of-factly, as if I was supposed to do anything for him, including paying for his first love's treatment.

I couldn't help but chuckle. How low had I sunk before for Lucas to think I asked for a divorce just because I was jealous? How else could he demand something so absurd now?

Not only did I have to accept him having a child with his first love, but I was now expected to pay for her treatment as well. That was beyond humiliating.

I stared at his outstretched hand and burst into laughter again. Then, I rose from my seat, walked to the door, and opened it. "I've decided to get divorced, Lucas. There's no point in clinging to me now. I don't think any woman in this world could accept her husband having a child with his first love and still paying to support her. So, let's part on good terms, okay?"

Lucas stiffened. By the time he came back to his senses, my employees' eyes were already on the two of us. After all, office workers loved this kind of scandal.

His face flushed crimson, and he shot daggers at me with his eyes. "Have you lost your mind, Fiona? What the hell are you saying in front of all these people?

"My parents were singing your praises in front of me the other day. When did you become so heartless? You won't even help save a life now?"

Gazing at him, who was furious, I felt even more certain that divorce was the right decision. "What am I saying in front of all these people?" I sneered, looking into his eyes. "Do you really think I'm clueless, Lucas? Have you forgotten what you had said in the hospital two days ago?"

Lucas froze when he heard that.

"I've already given you and Cecilia my blessings. Don't expect to get anything else from me, or you'll end up with nothing." With that, I spun on my heel and stormed away.

I let my emotions get the better of me and aired our dirty laundry in public. That was humiliating enough as it was. I didn't want to stay and endure everyone's sympathetic gaze.

To my surprise, as soon as I reached the elevator, Lucas caught up to me. He reached out to stop me, gasping for air. "What did you mean by that, Fiona?"

I stopped in my tracks and snapped, "I meant what I said. Do you really not remember what you said, Lucas?"

Lucas pursed his lips. His cheeks burned as he stammered, "W-What did I say? I-I don't know what you're talking about."

I looked at him and, for the first time, realized how terrible his acting was. I felt a twinge of regret. I should have divorced him outright instead of choosing a mutual separation to save his dignity.

"Lucas, two days ago, you said you were sick of me, and that you didn't want to be with me anymore; you only stayed for the money. You said your heart only started beating again when Cecilia came back."

As soon as my words sank in, the color drained from his face.