Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

Zoya gave a self-deprecating smile and lowered her gaze.

Zoya said, “I’m moving out. The 30 million dollars I borrowed are in Daphne’s private account. I’ll send. her banking info. The interest goes straight to your account.

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“As for Daphne, you can hand her over to the cops if you want. I’ll submit the transactions between her and me to the police, too.”

Her tone was flat, no trace of the earlier anger. She seemed calm and detached.

Wren felt panic rising inside him.

“You don’t have to move out. I’ll go. You can stay here as long as you want,” he said quickly.

“But it’s your place. I should be the one to move out,” Zoya replied.

“Zoya, please, don’t move out,” he pleaded.

He knew that if she really left, it would mean she was truly putting an end to everything between them.

She said, “I’m moving out. And-”

She paused, then slowly lifted her head, her eyes fixed on him, resolute. “Let’s break up.”

His eyes went wide, all shaken. “Break up? You mean we’re really done?”

“Yeah, it’s over,” Zoya said, forcing a bitter smile.

She’d always imagined they’d walk through life side by side, growing old together. She had even dreamed that after her trip to the border to search for her brother-no matter if she found him or not-she’d come back and marry him.

But now she knew that kind of future was never in the cards for them.

Wren gritted his teeth. “I’m not accepting this. I know you’re angry because I hid the fact that I met your brother from you. I can disappear for a while, stay out of your way, and wait until you’re ready to talk.”

Zoya said quietly, “It doesn’t matter whether I cool off or not. I just can’t be with you anymore. Being together takes two people, but breaking up is something only one of us needs to decide.”

“Just because I lied that one time?” he muttered.

Zoya said, “Once is more than enough. For me, it feels like my whole world has shattered. You already know the kind of love I want-it’s all about complete trust. But now, how can I possibly trust you again?”

Wren rushed forward and wrapped Zoya tightly in his arms, desperation flooding his face. “I promise, no more secrets-just this once, forgive me, please.”

To Zoya, this familiar embrace had once meant comfort and safety, but now, every time he held her, all that flashed through her mind was the cruel memory of Wren’s men dragging her brother away from the car and tossing him aside.

Zoya said, “Wren, I get that you didn’t have to save my brother, but I can’t stop blaming you.

“If you had just told me from the start that you’d met him-instead of leaving me clueless until now-maybe things would’ve turned out differently. After all that’s happened, how am I supposed to let it go and forgive you?”

With that, Zoya shoved him aside, turned on her heel, and strode coldly back to the bedroom. She yanked her suitcase out from under the bed and started shoving her personal belongings inside.

Wren rushed in after her, desperation in his voice. “If I’d told you everything from the beginning, would you have forgiven me? Would you really have let it go?”

Zoya said nothing, her silence heavy. The truth was, she didn’t even know the answer. But she was sure that she wouldn’t be this furious.

When Daphne said those words today, it was like a knife slashing straight through Zoya. The sting of betrayal was so intense that it was something she’d never be able to forget for the rest of her life.

Wren pleaded, his voice scratchy and full of desperation as he stepped closer to Zoya, “Please, don’t break up with me. Zoya, I love you so much. I care about you more than anything.

“I was just too scared to gamble with your feelings. If I told you I’d seen your brother and just stood by, would you still be able to love me? Would you even let me stay in your life?”

The deeper his love for her grew, the more terrified he was of losing her.

Zoya was principled and true to herself, and her brother was everything to her. Wren could never take that kind of risk.

If he lost, she’d leave in a heartbeat. She wouldn’t even consider liking him.

All he could do was hold onto hope, silently praying that this secret would stay hidden, that she’d fall so deeply for him she wouldn’t be able to walk away, and that maybe he’d help her find her brother before everything fell apart.

He planned to tell Zoya the truth only when he was completely sure she wouldn’t leave him.

Zoya turned her face away, quietly telling herself not to even glance at Wren. Every time she did, her heart just ached even worse.

“I’ve already made up my mind,” she said, her voice steady as she folded her clothes and placed them one by one into the suitcase.

Wren lunged forward and grabbed her wrist. “But you promised me no matter what I did, as long as it wasn’t illegal, you’d forgive me.”

Zoya froze, staring at him in disbelief.

Wren repeated, clutching at her words like a lifeline, “Yes, you did promise me. Zoya, you promised you’d forgive me, so you can’t just go back on it now!”

Zoya let out a bitter, mocking laugh, her eyes brimming with tears. “No wonder people say you are always three steps ahead.

“I never expected you’d even plan for something like this. So the promise you made me give you back then was your backup plan, in case things ever went south, right?”

“I…” Wren licked his dry lips, swallowing hard. Deep down, he knew what he’d done was downright despicable.

But even so, he just couldn’t let her walk away.

“Please, don’t go!” he begged.

“Let go.” Zoya said flatly, staring at her wrist where his hand gripped her tight.

Wren said dryly, “What if I don’t?”

Zoya didn’t answer. She just started peeling his fingers off.

But Wren’s grip only tightened, like he had no intention of ever letting her go.

Her expression became serious.

Zoya wrenched his index finger and broke it, twisting it painfully out of shape.

“Zozo, if it makes you feel better, just break all my fingers,” Wren said, staring at her with a ghostly pale face.

“Wren, do you really think this is worth it?” Zoya asked, her brows furrowed in annoyance.

“No, it isn’t,” Wren said hoarsely, “But I just can’t let go.”

Zoya drew in a long breath, her tone icy. “Is that so? For the last time, let go.”

Wren didn’t say a word. His fingers stayed clamped tight around her wrist, refusing to loosen even a bit.

There was another sharp snap.

With that crack, it felt like something inside Zoya’s chest split open, as if her own fingers were being broken.

It wasn’t until three of Wren’s fingers were broken that Zoya finally yanked her wrist free.

But Wren didn’t care about his three broken fingers at all. He just fixed his gaze on her, desperation in his voice. “Zoya, don’t leave, please. Take it out on me, however you like. I don’t mind.”

Zoya shot back as she looked at his busted fingers, “Take it out on you? Is that gonna bring my brother back? Or magically erase all your lies and secrets?”