I Faked an Affair for a Divorce but My Cold Husband Refused to Let Me Go Chapter 08

I Faked an Affair for a Divorce but My Cold Husband Refused to Let Me Go Chapter 08

My hands shook as I gripped the divorce papers 

I’d drawn up myself and slipped them into my 

purse. 

Then I put on my shortest skirt and a pair of heels, 

did my makeup, put on some perfume, and 

pushed the door open. 

“I’m going out.” 

Lucas looked at me in silence. 

It felt like the first time in days we’d really held 

each other’s gaze, long enough, close enough, like 

we were actually seeing what was there. 

The living room light fell across his face, casting a 

shadow under his cheekbones. 

He looked thinner. There were red veins in his 

eyes. 

He looked like someone who’d been burning his life down on purpose, wide awake and 

razor–sharp, yet pale and coldly beautiful. 

How long had he been sitting out here? 

“Where are you going?” he asked flatly. 

“A friend’s place.” 

“Which friend is it?” Lucas’s gaze dropped to the 

hem of my skirt, his expression turning darker. 

“You don’t know them.” 

He smiled, a silent smile that wrinkled the corners. of his eyes, then he shook his head. “Say it 

anyway. I’ll get to know them.” 

“Mr. Fred, our marriage is just a transaction. When 

we got married, you agreed not to interfere in my 

private life…” 

He rose slowly. At six–two, broad–shouldered with 

a narrow waist, he looked like he’d been built to 

wear clothes. 

That was when I realized he wasn’t in a suit today. 

He wore a fitted black sweater instead, the fabric 

pulled taut across his chest. 

He looked down at me, calmly removed his blue 

light blocking glasses, and tossed them onto the 

sofa. 

“Go on, Joyce,” he said. “Let’s hear all the mean 

things you have to say.” 

I backed up, trembling, but I stayed stubborn. “And 

I don’t owe you anything. My sister came back. If 

she knew how you treated me, she’d dislike you 

even more.” 

That seemed to land. 

Lucas frowned, quick and slight. “What?” 

I swallowed hard. “I’m leaving. I want a divorce.” 

I didn’t hesitate. I threw the divorce papers down 

and ran for the door. 

I finally said it out loud. 

It felt like the end of every day I’d spent living in 

constant fear. 

A rush of lightness hit me, dizzy with relief, like I’d 

finally reached the end of a long wait. 

Then the lightness collapsed into fear, confusion, 

and pure adrenaline. 

I lunged for the door, grabbed the handle with both 

hands like I was escaping for my life, and pulled it 

halfway open. 

Bang. 

Lucas slammed it shut with a single punch. 

He pinned my hands down hard. “How dare you?” 

His face wasn’t twisted with rage. It was almost 

calm. 

But his eyes were bottomless, and his breathing. 

went out of control, ragged and frantic. 

I gritted my teeth. “Mr. Fred, I had someone else. 

Wake up.” 

His jaw tightened. I could practically see the vein 

popping on his temple. 

It was like I’d angered him so badly he might pass 

out. He trapped my legs with his, his knee braced 

against the door. He was so furious he could 

barely stand, yet his hand still gripped my wrist, 

refusing to let me reach the handle. 

He held me tight, tight and relentless. 

That cold, merciless mouth of his couldn’t snap at 

me, and it couldn’t say anything soft either. 

It only repeated, through gritted teeth, “How dare 

you?” 

My back pressed against his chest, and his heat burned against me, like pain that sparked and ran 

down my nerves. 

My mind went blank. I couldn’t even control the 

sound of my breathing, let alone my reason. 

The light was too bright. I couldn’t avoid seeing his face, that cold, striking beauty, and the way his body pressed into mine like he wanted to fuse us 

together. 

I trembled as I tried to speak. 

I meant to say something cruel, something that 

would force him to let go. 

But my voice betrayed me first, cracked. 

“You don’t love me at all.” 

I panted, my voice low. “Lucas… Please divorce 

1. me. You don’t love me. Someone else will love me.” 

His breathing stopped for a split second. He tensed up, jaw locked, like he wanted to say 

something, but couldn’t. 

Then his shaking body seemed to recover its 

strength. He braced a hand on the door and 

straightened. 

I reached for the handle again, and he lifted me in 

one move. 

“What were you doing?” I struggled, panicked. 

Lucas didn’t react. He ignored my kicks, then he 

kissed me hard. As he carried me, he deliberately 

stepped on the divorce papers. 

“Divorce?” he said. “Not unless I’m dead.” 

I was so angry that I teared up. “Why did you get to 

do this to me? Why are you being so 

unreasonable?” 

He carried me to the bed and set me down. 

“Because we were married,” he said. “And that 

meant we’re bound for life.” 

I provoked him on purpose. “I like him. I’m with 

someone else.” 

The last bit of pretense fell away, but nothing 

exploded the way I’d imagined. 

He calmly took off his sweater. 

My teeth had scraped his lips red, making his face. 

look even paler, even more vividly beautiful. 

The lines of his body were sharp and flawless, 

almost perfect, even better than the photos I’d 

sent to provoke him. 

He looked down at me. “So what?” 

I froze. “What do you mean?” 

Lucas’s face didn’t change. “You’re young. It’s 

normal for you to be curious.” 

I couldn’t believe him. 

He lowered his eyes, moved closer. 

My gaze dropped before I could stop it, and I understood, all at once, why Lucas had only laughed at those taunting photos. 

He had every right to be contemptuous. 

Lucas gently caught my wrist and leaned down. I 

smelled him, skin and heat and something raw 

that felt like hunger. 

With no stiff suits in the way. 

With no endless work, no cold words. 

For the first time, I registered something obvious, something I’d ignored on purpose. 

Lucas was a man, and he was the kind of man. 

whose presence felt like possession. 

“You…” I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even think of a 

reply. 

Every sense I had narrowed down to the man in 

front of me. 

He looked at me evenly. “Joyce, you were just being silly. Running away is just childish.” 

His hand slid to my forehead, gentle but firm, and lifted my chin. 

Then he kissed me again, long enough that I could barely breathe. 

I almost forgot why I’d started this in the first 

place. 

His hand cradled my throat, not hard, just enough. 

to hold me gently. He looked down at me and 

spoke low. 

“But leaving me for trash, I won’t allow it. If you did 

something wrong, you’ll be punished.” 

I trembled all over. Even my words shook, I was 

hypnotized and could only follow his lead. 

“How will you punish me?” 

Those three moles he’d asked about were traced 

again, one after another. 

I shook and begged him to stop. 

Lucas watched in silence. When I begged at 

second time and he still didn’t relent, when tears. 

welled in my eyes, he finally sighed, giving in, then 

kissed me again and moved closer, deeper. 

Ding. Ding. Ding. 

The doorbell rang. 

Lucas acted like he hadn’t heard it and tried to 

keep going. 

A moment later, someone knocked on the 

bedroom door. 

“Joyce, it’s me, your sister! Mr. Fred, were you in 

there too?” My sister’s voice came through, 

worried and urgent. 

Lucas squeezed the sheet, drew a heavy breath, 

and his face turned deadly dark. 

He closed his eyes and forced himself to steady 

his breathing. 

Was it because he was seeing the woman he truly 

liked, his first love, that he was this shaken? 

I smiled silently. I didn’t know why, but my heart 

still ached after three years, like it wanted to hurt 

itself. 

Maybe it was because Lucas had been acting so possessive lately, and I’d let myself have foolish 

hopes. 

“Joyce?” 

My sister knocked harder. When no one answered, 

she started to twist the handle. 

My heart sank. 

The lock on my bedroom door had been broken 

for a long time. 

“Don’t come in,” Lucas said. He pulled the quilt up 

to cover me. “Go wait in the living room. We’ll be right there.” 

“…Okay.”