Chapter 5
After Lucas left, his heart was filled with inexplicable unease.
My words “What I really don’t need is you, Lucas Sinclair” kept echoing in his mind.
He sat in Jessica’s living room, distracted, his eyes glued to his phone.
He was waiting for me to call him in tears like always, to give in to him.
But by 2 AM, I hadn’t sent him a single message.
It wasn’t until Jessica curled up against him sweetly, sliding her hand up his inner thigh, that he seemed to suddenly wake up and pushed her away as he stood.
“Lucas?”
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Jessica’s face showed confused innocence, but it only made Lucas feel disgusted.
“Don’t touch me.”
He shoved her away roughly and walked out.
He sat in his car smoking.
Over the past year, I’d been growing colder toward him, which was why he’d put effort into finding Jessica.
In high society, couples who go from love to mere facades are everywhere. He wanted to keep me frozen in the year I loved him most.
Just like his father-the more his mother made a fuss, the more she couldn’t leave.
Thinking of this, he suppressed his urge to find me and called Jessica to come downstairs.
At Harbor City’s most exclusive club.
Lucas drank one glass after another, but his craving for me kept climbing, impossible to contain.
“Boss, the trending topic about you booking the entire bar for Miss Jessica has been posted and pushed to your wife’s phone.”
His friend tried to reason with him.
“Lucas, if you love Vivian this much, stop torturing her. Aren’t you afraid she’ll really leave for good someday?”
Lucas suddenly crushed the glass in his hand. “We’ve been together for twenty years. Vivian can’t leave me.”
As if the wound wasn’t deep enough, he grabbed another shard and kept squeezing it until blood pooled on the floor.
He threw his phone at his assistant. “Call my wife. Tell her I’m hurt.”
At 4 AM, I was woken from sleep by the phone ringing.
After hearing that Lucas had been hospitalized, I let out a cold laugh.
“Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me.”
After hanging up, I turned off my phone completely.
So naturally I had no idea that Lucas completely trashed the hospital’s emergency department that night.
But even if I had known, I would have just laughed it off.
With those hundred chances exhausted, all that passionate love I once felt for Lucas now seemed nothing but ridiculous.
1 sat up in bed, wanting to get some water from the living room, but when I opened the door I saw Peter sleeping on the floor outside my room.
I gasped in surprise, but he was even more startled, immediately jumping up to hold me.
“What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare? Is your leg hurting?”
His clean tobacco scent enveloped me-so different from Lucas, who always carried hints of women’s perfume.
The intimate atmosphere between us grew thick, and I could even feel Peter’s arousal.
He seemed to understand my embarrassment and smiled, but his hand resting gently on my waist didn’t move away.
“Vivian, my feelings for you have never changed.”
“The year you got married, I couldn’t help myself-I came back from abroad just to see you once. If you were happy, I would have left.”
“But after seeing you, I couldn’t bear to go. Vivian, can’t you give me a chance?”
“Even though I’m at the top of Wall Street now, everyone in Harbor City knows that Peter Warren is your arranged husband. If you won’t have me, be single forever.”
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