All Chapters of Turning Heads After Divorce: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

Marisol shouted, "You're insane!""And how could I not be, when you've been this heartless?" Lucian kept walking toward her, completely unfazed by the blood dripping from his palm or the spreading red on his chest.Marisol fought back the fear and refused to step back. She never imagined Lucian could go this far, become this cruel, or behave in such an extreme way. He didn't even care about his own life. He really was a complete lunatic.What should she do?There was no way she'd let her entire life be ruined over a man like him. It wasn't worth it, not one bit. She had her whole future ahead of her, so why would she risk it all over the death of a madman? She had already wasted years on him.It wasn't worth it.Suddenly, the memory of the red-hatted robot's hidden voice command flashed through her mind, and she suddenly had an idea. She quickly blurted it out. "D-Do you love me?" Lucian stopped in his tracks. He stared at her, noting the flicker of disgust and hatred in her ey

In the cathedral's side chapel, Marisol frowned slightly as she asked the monk urgently, "Is it really impossible to go down the mountain now?" She had gotten the signed divorce agreement and wanted to get down the mountain as quickly as possible. She was eager to get to Everton and go to the courthouse with Lucian to file for divorce. Only then would the 30-day cooling-off period begin, and of course, the sooner the better.But when she tried to leave, the monk stopped her. He said the temperature on the mountain had dropped suddenly, heavy snow had fallen, there was no cell signal, and the stone steps on the mountain path were all frozen over. With the sky darkening, going down now would be dangerous. Hence, they might have to wait until morning. After confirming this several times, Marisol had no choice but to give up and wait one more night. What made her uneasy was that Lucian and Zayne were also trapped on the mountain.Just to be safe, Marisol put the signed divorce agreem

Despite all her nerves, the entire process went smoothly.They arrived safely, and it wasn't until Marisol saw the front steps of the courthouse that she finally let out a breath of relief.Zayne arrived just in time with all the necessary documents, and Marisol was finally able to retrieve every piece of paperwork Lucian had withheld from her, including her ID and passport, but not her proof of residency.She still remembered she wasn't listed as a resident. While waiting for the clerk to process the paperwork, she brought it up."We should go update the residency registration after this.""No time." Lucian's tone was cold. "Marisol, do I look like some kind of saint to you? If you want something, you should at least act like you're asking for a favor. Come back when you've learned how to beg.""You're insane," Marisol muttered under her breath. She wasn't desperate, and she wasn't about to throw herself at his mercy. She'd surely be shredded alive.With that, she said nothing

Marisol frowned slightly, and her expression was hesitant. "I don't know. I've been second-guessing everything. Ever since Lucian agreed to sign the papers, I've had this constant sense of unease, like something just isn't right...""You think he might go back on his word?" Alinta asked.Marisol nodded. That was exactly what she feared.That night on the mountain had only intensified her anxiety. She just couldn't shake the feeling, especially knowing how unpredictable and irrational Lucian could be when it came to her.She was terrified something would go wrong again, but she couldn't let go of the fact that she was just 30 days away from finally getting the divorce certificate. She had waited too long for this day and didn't want to give up.Alinta noticed her internal conflict and fell silent, caught in the same struggle. "Yeah... It's definitely a hard call."The barbecue sizzled softly as steam rose from the grill. Neither of them moved to eat. They both sat there thinking,

The doorbell rang early in the morning. Marisol opened the door and froze the moment she saw Nick standing on her doorstep. Tall and composed, he wore a pristine white suit that emphasized his polished elegance. She hadn't decided when to visit him, yet here he was. "Are you alright?" Marisol asked. Her fingers tightened on the doorknob as her gaze landed on the faint weariness clouding Nick's otherwise handsome face. It was all she could think to ask. "No." A bitter smile touched his lips as Nick continued, "I missed you, Sol. I waited all night at Verdant Woods, but you never came. Have I arrived too late again?" "...No," Marisol muttered.Hearing the defeat in his tone, her chest ached. She stepped aside, opening the door fully as she said, "Come in." As Marisol moved toward the kitchen, she asked, "What would you like to drink? Coffee, as usual?" "With just milk," Nick added casually as he trailed behind her. "I know. Hot, with no sugar," she replied with a s