I Faked an Affair for a Divorce but My Cold Husband Refused to Let Me Go Chapter 09

I Faked an Affair for a Divorce but My Cold Husband Refused to Let Me Go Chapter 09

I got dressed neatly and sat beside my sister. 

A strange guilt settled over me. 

Lucas sat alone on the sofa off to the side, sitting 

with his legs spread, his fingers tapping the 

armrest in irritation. 

He took a deep breath every few seconds, trying to 

calm down. 

“Laura… why are you back?” 

My sister coughed, hesitated, then struggled to 

speak, “I didn’t actually celebrate a third 

anniversary trip. I traveled alone, just to clear my 

head.” 

“What?” I blinked. 

Laura stumbled through her next words. 

“Laura,” Lucas said, his fist tightening. “Just say it.” 

She hesitated. “Joyce… I got divorced.” 

The moment she said it, I understood why she’d 

come. 

Laura placed the divorce papers on the table, the one Lucas had stepped on, now scuffed and dirty. “I hesitated, but when I saw this, I knew I had to 

say something.” 

She looked at Lucas. “Mr. Fred, when I ran off back 

then, I was the one who owed you. I can marry you. 

now to make things right. Please let my sister go 

free.” 

My heart skipped. 

This was supposed to be perfect. 

Lucas, who’d refused to divorce me no matter 

what, should have let go of the substitute the 

moment the real person stood in front of him. 

And yet… 

Why did I feel like this? 

I looked at them. Lucas and Laura held each 

other’s gaze in silence. 

I should have been happy, shouldn’t I? 

I lowered my head and hid my expression. 

After a long, suffocating pause, Lucas spoke. 

“What?” 

Laura said, “Please divorce my sister.” 

Lucas said, “No.” 

I looked up. I stared in disbelief. 

His face stayed blank. “If I let the two sisters swap places to marry me, I’d be a joke.” 

Laura said, “I have foreign citizenship now. I still use my married name. As long as I don’t appear in public, no one would connect me to my sister.” 

Lucas fell silent. 

Laura pushed the divorce papers toward him. “Mr. Fred, please sign. I’ll repay what I owe you. Stop hurting my sister.” 

“Torment?” Lucas laughed, sharp and bitter. He 

leaned forward, clearly fed up, like he’d reached 

his breaking point and he didn’t care anymore. 

He stared at Laura with a cold, sharp gaze. “How 

did I torment her? Why didn’t you ask your sweet 

little sister who was tormenting who?” 

His jaw clenched tight with anger. He looked. 

confused, furious, and helpless. 

“Why? Why did everyone keep trying to make us 

divorce? Fine. I forced her to marry me, and that 

was all my fault. Whatever she did to me, I 

accepted it. But you, who are you…” 

He pressed his lips together hard, as if 

remembering she was my sister, as if the last bit 

of self–control was the only thing keeping him. 

from saying something worse. 

Laura froze. 

So did I. 

Lucas seemed to realize he’d said too much. 

Something stiff and uneasy flashed in his eyes, then he hurriedly buried it. 

But what did he mean, he’d forced me to marry him? 

Three years ago, it had been an arranged business marriage. 

My father had approved of Lucas, the rising star in the business world, and he hadn’t cared about 

Lucas’s background. He wanted to marry my 

sister to him. 

Then my sister met a blond, blue–eyed violinist from abroad, and she ran off without hesitation. 

I was still in school. I’d been forced into it, pushed to marry the moment I turned twenty, the legal 

age. 

What part of that was “forced“? 

Laura murmured, “So lan was someone your 

planted… No wonder it was always so 

‘coincidental.’ I ran into him everywhere. I thought 

it was fate.” 

Lucas stood up abruptly, tense all over. “Enough. 

Stop talking.” 

Laura stood too, eyes dark with anger. “So you 

never even liked me. You deliberately found 

exactly my type and sent him to pursue me. I don’t owe you anything. My family didn’t owe you 

anything…” 

“Stop talking!” Lucas’s voice shook. The rare. 

harshness sounded weak against Laura’s calm, 

merciless steadiness. 

“My sister didn’t owe you anything either!” 

Lucas’s chest heaved up and down. He looked like 

someone had winded him, weak and stunned, like 

a wounded animal left under a blazing sun, pale to 

the point of suffocating. 

“Yes,” Laura said, pressing on relentlessly. “My 

sister didn’t owe you. The business contract 

between our families was already completed. She 

wanted to leave, so why did you get to force her to 

stay?” 

She yelled at him nonstop, and she actually left 

the man, usually so dominant in business, 

standing there speechless. 

Lucas trembled and clenched his fists. “Because I 

said no.” 

His eyes filled with tears. He stared at Laura and 

didn’t dare look at me even once. “I said no.” 

He’d just called me a child, but right then, he 

looked more childish than anyone, stubborn and controlling. 

My sister stepped in front of me like she was ready to defend me. 

“You thought having money meant everyone had to revolve around you? My sister was a living. person, not some tool you locked up so you could 

control her.” 

“Lucas, scheme all you like, play your business 

games at your company. What right did you have to bully a college student?” 

He stood there, mouth slightly open, pale and speechless. 

Part of me wanted to say he hadn’t bullied me. He just never looked at me, never touched me, never loved me, and it destroyed me. 

Laura only got angrier. 

“Look at how she lived. Her bedroom door was 

always broken and you never fixed it. You 

trampled on her divorce papers. Did you ever treat 

her like your wife? Were you ever good to her? 

Joyce was so pitiful she had to ask me to buy her 

a SIM card.” 

In an instant, I broke into a cold sweat. 

I froze in terror. 

I froze, only one thought in my head: I was done.