Chapter 8
After that day, Peter and I were practically inseparable.
With my love completely drained, I wasn’t about to stay celibate for Lucas for the rest of my life.
Peter was tall, handsome, rich, and had a great body with no bad habits. Dating him wasn’t just a good deal-it was actually pretty enjoyable in certain
ways.
With Peter’s support, I held a press conference a week later. In front of the cameras and media, I publicly announced that Lucas and I were divorced, and I revoked the power of attorney I’d given him regarding Warren Corporation affairs.
“From today forward, Warren Corporation will officially sever all business relationships with Sinclair Group and withdraw all financial support.”
“Additionally, I reserve the right to pursue legal action against Mr. Sinclair for claiming my grandmother died of natural causes.”
“Jessica Manning has no connection to the Warren family whatsoever. The Warren family will never accept her.”
“Mr. Sinclair also has no authority
to
divide the assets of Warren Corporation.”
Under countless microphones and flashing lights, I left calmly under bodyguard escort.
Peter was busy-he was systematically attacking Lucas in the financial markets, sparing no expense.
Before doing this, he asked me nervously, “Vivian, I want to drive him out of the capital. Are you-”
I just smiled lightly. “Do whatever you want. I support you.”
Thinking about how miserable Lucas would be after I pulled Warren Corporation’s funding, I actually felt a bit satisfied.
When did I start losing even the fondness from our youth?
I was never a merciful person-I’d just chosen to be blind and deaf all these years because I loved him.
When the driver dropped me off at the Warren family estate, I saw Lucas dragging Jessica, standing at the gate like they’d been waiting for me for a long time.
Jessica was covered in bruises. The moment she saw me, she dropped to her knees trembling.
“Miss Warren, I’m so sorry. I was wrong. Please, you and Mr. Sinclair, have mercy on me.”
“Mr. Sinclair has always loved you. I was just a tool he used to make you jealous.”
As she spoke, she relentlessly slapped herself across the face with both hands.
“I deserve to die for deliberately pushing you when I knew you were pregnant.”
“I deserve to die for deliberately destroying your things and pushing you down the stairs.”
“Please let me go!”
Lucas also dropped his arrogant act.
“Vivian, I was wrong. Can you give me one more chance?”
“I’ve always loved you. These five years-I was sick. Look, here’s my medical record.”
I didn’t reach for the document he held out.
After staring at him quietly for a long moment, I answered, “I know.”
Lucas looked at me in disbelief. “You know?”
“Severe emotional disorder caused by family trauma, right? I’ve known all along-since the first time you cheated.”
“I knew you were sick. I knew you loved me.”
“That’s exactly why I waited five years for you. I gave you a hundred chances, but you used them all up.”
Lucas’s entire body trembled with soul-deep pain.
He’d never imagined that I’d known all along.
He thought that no matter how badly he hurt me, as long as he humbled himself and begged, as long as he laid his illness bare before me, I would forgive him.
I watched his agony and regret, but it still wasn’t enough.
So I pulled out my phone, opened the countdown app, and showed him the screen full of red “X”s.
“The first time-your secretary had a fever, so you left me stranded in a thunderstorm.”
“The second time-you brought that little model to the same party as me.”
