I Faked an Affair for a Divorce but My Cold Husband Refused to Let Me Go Chapter 10

I Faked an Affair for a Divorce but My Cold Husband Refused to Let Me Go Chapter 10

Lucas’s already–fragile expression froze instantly. 

His eyes widened sharply as he looked up. “What did you just say?” 

I grabbed Laura’s arm, terrified. 

Please, please, please, please, please, please. 

Don’t say another word, Laura. 

Laura glanced at me, then glared like she was looking at me with disappointment. 

“What, was Mr. Fred putting on an act again, pretending he cared? My little sister, everyone said she married into a life of luxury, but when I was in Barcelona and asked what she wanted, she only asked for a SIM card. Pitiful, as if she was too 

scared to ask for anything more.” 

No, it wasn’t like that. 

My whole body shook. I couldn’t bring myself to 

look at Lucas. 

The silence in the room stretched until it became 

torture. 

Laura finally realized something was wrong. “What 

was it? What’s wrong with the SIM card?” 

Lucas actually laughed, a cold, short laugh. 

“Nothing.” 

His voice dropped lower. 

I felt a burning gaze fixed on me, like he wanted to 

pierce straight through my skin, prickling and 

unbearable. 

Softly, he said, “It was all my fault, Laura. I’m 

sorry.” 

In a blink, all his anger vanished. 

Suddenly, all his anger vanished. He’d become so 

docile that he even started addressing her politely 

as Laura, and humbly apologized. 

“You don’t get to act like that,” Laura stammered, 

caught off guard. “It’s fake.” 

Lucas said, “Mm. It was my fault. But Laura, there 

were some things Joyce and I needed to talk. 

privately. Give us a little space.” 

Half coaxing, half leading, he got Laura out. 

The moment the door shut, I knew I was in trouble. 

The click of the lock sounded like a signal. 

I didn’t think. I ran upstairs, ran to his room, 

because his room could be locked from the inside. 

I swore I’d only been thinking about the lock, I 

hadn’t had time to think about the fact that there 

was also a bed in there. 

But Lucas was faster. 

Before I could close the door, he blocked the door with his hand and pushed it back open, looking down at me. 

He shut it, locked it, and took off his sweater smoothly, like he hadn’t even worn it long. 

Then he backed me toward the bed, step by step, until the edge of the bed pressed into the backs of my legs. 

I sobbed uncontrollably. “I’m sorry. I was wrong.” 

“Too late,” Lucas said. 

I blurted, “I don’t want a divorce anymore.” 

After what had just happened, anyone could see it. 

He hadn’t been treating me like a substitute. He 

might actually like me. 

I thought maybe I could watch a little longer 

before deciding whether I really wanted a divorce. 

Lucas nodded once. “Forget it.” 

He pushed me down onto the bed. His eyes held 

me still as he kissed my neck, fierce and jealous, 

like a small beast taking revenge. 

“Hickeys, huh?” His voice was low, edged with. 

something dangerous. “Calling me ‘bro, saying I should divorce and hand my wife over to you, huh? 

Bold move.” 

He kept kissing me. All the jealousy he’d bottled 

up exploded, so heavy it curdled into something 

almost wounded. 

Lucas rarely showed emotion. He’d always forced himself to stay calm, and he did it again now, until he’d kissed me for a long time, like he was drawing strength from me. 

Only then did I hear him say, very softly, “I did love 

you. I was just afraid to say it out loud–afraid 

you’d say you didn’t love me back 

Lucas held me tight. 

I hesitated for a long time, then carefully lifted my 

arms and hugged him back. 

In that instant, his body shook with emotion. 

After a long while, he asked in a quiet voice, 

“Joyce… could you say it again? That ‘Baby, hold 

me“?” 

I snapped, “Leave me alone.” 

Lucas, naturally, didn’t go anywhere. He came 

closer, closer, extremely close. 

This time, no doorbell rang. 

I watched the places where I’d once faked those. 

marks get covered again, exactly as they should 

have been, by him. 

That was when I realized just how fierce hist 

jealousy had been, how many times he must have. 

stared at that photo until it seared itself into his 

mind. 

The curtains fluttered back and forth in the wind. 

The sun set, then rose again. 

In the pale morning light, I lifted my eyes, dazed. 

In the corner of his desk, hidden away, was the bag of cookies I’d thought was gone.