Lucas's breathing deepened, his eyes fixed on her with unreadable emotions.

Aveline turned away, holding her shoes, and walked forward step by step.

"Get in the car," he called out again from behind.

A flicker of bitterness crossed Aveline's eyes. "You can't possibly be thinking of not getting a divorce, right?"

If he were, he would be letting down Sophia, who had saved him and had a prosthetic leg because of it.

"This is Tudor territory. If someone sees you limping out of here, it won't be good for the Tudor family's reputation," Lucas said coldly. Aveline's long eyelashes trembled, she found it somewhat laughable that she had thought he might change his mind about the divorce. "Aveline, you asked me if I hated you before. I don't," he answered her earlier question.

Aveline's fingers tightened, then she turned and got into the car.

Seeing her return brought an inexplicable sense of relief to Lucas.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Composing himself, he got into the driver's seat.

Through the rearview mirror, he saw her sitting in the back, silent and seemingly deflated.

"Sit in the front," he said in a deep voice.

Aveline looked at him. "Lucas, have some conscience, will you? My feet hurt!"

Knowing full well that her feet were blistered, he still made her move around!

Lucas rested one hand casually on the steering wheel, his long, elegant fingers drumming lightly. He said nothing and didn't

start the car.

The atmosphere grew tense.

Bastard!

Aveline cursed him inwardly, then opened the door and moved to the front passenger seat.

Only then did Lucas start the car and drive off.

The rest of the journey was spent in silence.

It wasn't until they reached the entrance of her apartment complex that Aveline finally spoke. "Tomorrow morning at nine, meet me at the lawyer's office."

Without waiting for Lucas's response, she opened the door and walked out.

She moved quickly as if being chased by a wild beast.

Lucus pressed his lips into a hard line. He watched her until she disappeared from view before turning away.

He found a pack of cigarettes in the car, shook one out, and lit it.

The smoke filled the car, making Lucas's expression even darker

and colder.

When Aveline got home, she first tended to her injured feet and then took out their marriage certificate.

Looking at it made her tear up.

When they got married, she had thought that he was the one she would spend her life with. She had been alone since childhood and being with him had made her happy and joyful. She looked at their wedding photo next to the certificate. Both of them were smiling, radiating happiness and joy.

Plop...

Plop!

Tears suddenly fell, landing directly on Lucas' face in the photo.

His face blurred, and so did her vision.

She felt an overwhelming sadness.

She really, really liked him.

However, how could he stop liking her just because he regained his memory?

When he had just learned sign language, he would clumsily express that he would always stay by her side.

Liar.

Big liar!

Aveline hugged the marriage certificate, curling up on the sofa, her eyes red and hollow.

This small house was filled with sweet and happy memories of them. Every time she thought about it, her heart ached.

Aveline had enough.

She couldn't take it anymore.

She had tasted enough of heartbreak these past few days.

She decided to pretend that he had never been part of her life. From now on, she would be alone again, with no one to rely on.

"Aveline, happy divorce to you," she muttered sadly to herself.