All Chapters of You Had This Divorce Coming: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Half an hour later…The VIP room on the second floor of Luna Cafe smelled faintly of roasted coffee beans.Lucille pushed the door open.Otto was already there, seated in an armchair by the window. He wore a linen shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his forearms, exposing a clean line of his wrist. A string of agarwood beads rested there, understated and quietly old-fashioned.At the sound of the door, he looked up slowly.For a moment, Lucille thought of snowmelt in early spring. His eyes were that clear, warm and unhurried, yet carrying a weight she could not ignore.His features were striking without seeming sharp. Nothing about him felt aggressive. His brows curved gently, his nose was straight without harshness, and the corners of his mouth held a faint natural lift, as though warmth lingered there by default.There was none of the pressure she usually associated with men at his level. What he carried instead was something quieter: the settled ease of a man who had read too

Lucille's expression darkened. She let out a short, cold laugh. "Then what exactly did you want from me today? I don't understand."Otto's expression shifted, something complicated moving behind the warmth in his eyes. "I've never liked overthinking people's motives. But I also refuse to be the last fool in the room to learn the truth. I came to you because I want to know what really happened."He lowered his gaze for a moment, then exhaled quietly. "When Rayne and I got married, she told me she fell for me the moment she saw me. She said she had admired me for years, that I was the person she wanted to spend her life with."Lucille caught onto something in his words and probed carefully, "That was her reason for marrying you? But if what she told you wasn't true, if the person she actually loved was my husband, would that hurt you?"Otto met her gaze steadily."It wouldn't hurt me. Our marriage was an arrangement from the beginning. But I won't tolerate deception within it." He p

"What's she doing here?" Gideon muttered.Mark frowned. "This complex is full of design firms and studios. That's not good.""Why not?" Gideon asked."She only handed in her resignation a few days ago. If she's here now, she's probably looking for a new job. Or planning to start her own studio," Mark replied.Gideon's expression went blank. Mark stopped talking.Silence filled the car at once.Gideon lit a cigarette and smoked it to the filter before lighting another. He made no move to get out. He made no move to leave either.Mark spoke carefully. "Sir, do we go in and take a look, or do we head out?""Spread the word through the industry. Lucille is mine. No firm touches her," he commanded.…After five years of freelance work, Lucille was finally seeing the place she had collaborated with all this time.Riverrun Architectural Design Studio was larger than she had imagined, and far more polished.The work environment was exceptional. The studio had its own coffee bar,

Gideon's breath burned against Lucille's skin, overwhelming every one of her senses.Sharp, suffocating dizziness crashed over Lucille, like something closing over her head. Tears of humiliation welled before she could stop them. They slipped silently past her temple and into her hair.When Gideon finally pulled back, his voice was rough and low. "Still want the divorce?"Lucille turned her head away and dragged ragged breaths into her lungs. Tears continued to fall, but her voice never wavered. "Gideon. I am divorcing you."His gaze turned colder.The car rolled into the underground garage. Before the engine had even shut off, Gideon hauled her over his shoulder and carried her into the elevator without a word, moving with the force of an approaching storm.She fought him at first, but it changed nothing. Eventually, she stopped.Gideon carried her to the master bedroom on the second floor and dropped her onto the bed they had once shared.The sheets were still the same moon-w

Gideon stared at Lucille's face, unwilling to believe what he was seeing.She was angry. That had to be all this was."All right, stop. Enough of this." His voice softened into something coaxing. "Now that Otto is back, I won't need to look after Rayne anymore. I'll have all the time in the world to spend with you."Unfortunately, Lucille was no longer a woman who could be drawn back with a gentle voice.She thought about the pregnancy, every month of it, while he had been somewhere else.She thought about Lily, the cold shoulders, the indifference, the way people had looked past her daughter from the moment she took her first breath.She thought about every time he had walked away from the two of them to prepare surprises and gifts for another mother and child.Her heart had gone completely cold. She couldn't accept a man whose first thought was always another woman. She couldn't accept that the daughter she had nearly died bringing into the world meant so little to him that he