Chapter 2
“Perfect timing-our family business is shifting overseas,” my father, William Carter sighed. “We’ll leave here with you.”
In the dead of night, my pen dragged across the divorce papers in the silent study, each stroke leaking ink like blood from
a heart wound.
Then, my phone buzzed. A notification from Lillian Rose’s social media flashed on the screen-
Lucas sat in his office chair while she, in a short skirt, draped her arms around his neck.
The caption read, “Mr. Black says no outsiders are allowed in the office… but I’m the exception.”
The way he gazed down with that faint smile in the photo sent a sharp pang through my chest.
In my past life, he had broken every rule for me too-
He couldn’t handle spicy food, yet he ate it with me until his stomach bled.
He had severe mysophobia, yet he carried my drunken self down the entire street.
He hated being photographed, yet he agreed to magazine interviews for my sake.
I took a deep breath, forcing those memories away, then picked up the divorce papers and walked out.
The Black Group building loomed as grand as ever. As the elevator ascended, I was still rehearsing how to bring up the
divorce.
When I passed the executive office, Lucas’s assistant happened to walk by with a stack of documents.
“Mrs. Black?” The assistant blinked in surprise. “Are you here to see Mr. Black?”
“Yes.” I tightened my grip on the papers. “I need him to sign something.”
His gaze lingered on my pale face for a moment. “I’m about to go in-I can take it for you.”
After a brief hesitation, I handed him the agreement. “Thank you.”
The assistant slipped the document into his folder, then knocked lightly on the door.
The moment it opened, my blood ran cold.
Lucas was on one knee, gently massaging Lillian’s foot as she lounged on the sofa.
Her short skirt rode up, revealing slender legs draped over his lap, her lips curled in a satisfied smile.
“Mr. Black, these require your signature,” the assistant said.
Lucas barely glanced at the documents before signing-too preoccupied with kneading Lillian’s ankle.
A bitter laugh rose in my throat.
In my past life, when I sprained my ankle playing badminton, he had knelt just like that, applying ointment so carefully, as if even his breath might hurt me.
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‘Mrs. Black, it’s done.” When the assistant returned the papers, Lucas’s flamboyant signature stared back at me, the ink
still wet-like fresh blood.
My throat tightened. I thanked the assistant and turned to leave.
While waiting for the elevator, I called my lawyer. “We’ve both signed. How long until the divorce is finalized?”
“Just five days for processing, Mrs. Black.”
I nodded and hung up-only to freeze at the voice behind me. “What divorce papers?”
