All Chapters of A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The highway stretched endlessly like a black silk ribbon, winding through the night.The chilly night wind cut against Cynthia's skin as she trudged along the desolate road, her lone figure engulfed by the vast emptiness. Tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably, only to be swept away by the relentless wind.Her heart was heavy with sorrow, her steps unsteady. She thought about calling Erica, but her hand froze mid-air, realizing she had nothing on her—not even a phone. She had stormed out of the car with nothing.Occasionally, the headlights of passing cars illuminated her frail figure, making her feel utterly exposed. Fear, helplessness, and despair crawled over her like a suffocating net.She hated Lucien for pushing her to this breaking point. But more than that, she loathed herself—how had she let her life become such a mess, so utterly humiliating?Exhaustion weighed on her, and for a fleeting moment, she thought—perhaps she should just give up. Give up on everything, even

Lucien's gaze remained fixed on Cynthia until she disappeared behind the closed door. Only then did he slowly retract his eyes, turning his attention to Jacqueline. Though his expression bore no hint of anger, there was an unmistakable pressure in his gaze that made the air feel stifling.Jacqueline's heart clenched violently, her breath quickening. For a brief moment, she felt as if she had been reduced to nothing in Lucien's eyes—like a piece of worthless trash. Her legs trembled involuntarily.She had always known Lucien was a man who stood above all others, someone who could not be manipulated or challenged. His possessiveness ran deep; he lived by his own rules, tolerating no defiance—especially not from the women beside him.Yet, before her very eyes, Cynthia defied him at every turn. Every word she spoke, every action she took, seemed like a deliberate provocation, daring to test the limits of his patience.And what drove Jacqueline mad with jealousy was that Lucien indulged Cy

Cynthia remained silent for a long while, her heart a whirlwind of emotions. Finally, she spoke softly, "If this will ease your anger, then tonight... I am willing to sleep with you. I only ask that you let me go afterward. I swear, from now on, wherever you are, I will keep my distance. I will never appear in your sight again, never provoke your displeasure..."But before she could finish her sentence, a loud crash shattered the air. Lucien, in a sudden burst of rage, slammed his fist into the glass beside her.The window splintered like a spider's web, shards of glass flying in all directions, scattering across the floor like deadly projectiles.Cynthia was startled by the sudden violence, instinctively covering her head and trembling uncontrollably.She looked up, her eyes wide with fear, to see Lucien's hand clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of it. Sharp glass had cut deep gashes into his skin, and blood was already staining his hand, a

He wanted her to submit, yet now that he truly saw her cowering in fear before him, he found himself disgusted by her cautious demeanor.She had once been so youthful and fearless, never intimidated by him. But now, what was left between them?Nothing but his relentless oppression and the terror in her eyes that she could no longer conceal.Perhaps, deep down, it was the Cynthia who used to challenge him at every turn, who could drive him to fury yet captivate him at the same time—that was the woman he truly couldn't let go of.Hearing Lucien bring up the past again, those unbearable memories surged forth like wild vines breaking through the cracks. She had no desire to explain, nor did she know how to.Should she tell him that her marriage had never been what she truly wanted? That all she ever longed for was freedom?It was pointless. He would never understand, nor would he accept it. He would only see it as betrayal.But none

In the dead of night, the nightmarish torment finally came to a slow halt.The room was in complete disarray—tangled sheets, scattered clothes—all bearing silent witness to the disgrace that had just unfolded.Cynthia lay weakly on the bed, her eyes hollow and dim, as if all vitality had been drained from her, her soul seemingly ripped away.Lucien reached out and methodically untied the restraints binding her. His movements were devoid of any tenderness, purely mechanical. Once free, he lifted Cynthia into his arms. Her body was limp, as though boneless.Lucien picked up his phone and opened the video that captured their depravity. He leaned in close to Cynthia, his voice hoarse yet tinged with a twisted sensuality, and whispered in her ear, "Did you enjoy it?"Cynthia's gaze was unfocused, as if she had lost all sense of reality. She showed no reaction to his words.Seeing this, Lucien frowned. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at the screen. His tone was laced with mockery a