Natalie was shocked beyond words to hear that. She thought this man had already left the house fifteen minutes ago.
Why did he suddenly return?
Did he forget something?
Or,
Did I forget something?
Oh my God….
Natalie didn’t dare to turn around to see him.
She stood in her place, praying this was just her imagination and nothing terrible or hurting would come out of this encounter. But her wishes shuttered when Lucas’s voice echoed again, tearing the silence. Hell, he is here!
"I said, where are you going with such a huge suitcase?" Lucas Donovan snapped, his voice no longer as polite as before.
He was too shocked to see his wife drag the suitcase out of anger for the first time since they married.
’Is he furious about what happened last night?’ Lucas wondered. ’This stupid, selfish woman, how dare she get angry when I was about to apologize to her?’
After a five-minute drive, he had asked the driver to return home hurriedly, realizing he had beaten her last night because he was venting his frustration after what happened with their company.
But what he saw now was enough to make his anger flare again. He didn’t want to scold or even hit her, but this woman never failed to make him angry.
Natalie gritted her teeth while tightening her grip on her suitcase. Trying to restrain herself from appearing weak in front of Lucas, she turned to him, attempting to be brave.
Nevertheless, when she saw his sharp gaze, her heart trembled. Somehow, she felt that if his gaze could kill someone, she might be dead by now. How evil!
"Natalie, why are you staring at me like that? Can you answer me? Where are you going with your suitcase?" Lucas lowered his tone to suppress his anger. He didn’t want to scare her even more.
While Lucas was trying to calm his anger, Natalie was too busy forming the words she wanted to say to him, making her unable to hear what he was asking.
Lucas’ patience ran thin when he saw his wife ignore him. He rubbed his thick eyebrow, smiling faintly, "How dare you challenge my patience, Natalie Wright!!"
Natalie flinched as she saw him walking slowly toward her. She sighed deeply and forced herself to express what was on her mind.
"This is no longer working. Not for me. Let’s get a divorce, Lucas Donovan. That’s the only reasonable for our horrible marriage. To end it." she said calmly, maintaining a straight expression.
But inside, Natalie felt like thunder was rumbling, scaring her, and messing with her heartbeat and thoughts.
’Be strong, Natalie. Please be strong! Don’t cry in front of this DAMN man anymore. He doesn’t deserve your tears...’ She reminded herself while clenching her fists.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SAY, NATALIE WRIGHT? YOU WANT US DIVORCE? US? DIVORCE?!" Lucas Donovan’s voice echoed, breaking the silence on the second floor.
Natalie was even more scared to hear him raise his voice. Before she could answer him, Lucas’s booming laugh echoed, confusing her.
"Bwa ha ha ha ha…" he laughed, speeding up his steps as he headed toward Natalie.
"What a joke! No divorce unless I say so!! None! Are you stupid? Or are you tired of living? Is that why you’re asking for a divorce?

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