The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 194

After boarding, Lucy put on her eye mask and went straight to sleep. She slept for over ten hours, waking only as the plane prepared for descent.

Walking out of the arrivals gate, she found Xavier already waiting. He stepped forward respectfully. "Miss Lynwood, Mr. Sherwood insisted I drive you. It's pouring rain outside; it will be hard to catch a taxi."

Lucy glanced at him, her tone cool. "No need."

"Miss Lynwood, Mr. Sherwood has already been picked up by a friend," Xavier added quickly, trying to dispel her concerns.

What he didn't say was that Kingsley hadn't left at all. He was currently in the smoking room, waiting for his friend Peter to pick him up—he knew perfectly well Lucy wouldn't get in a car with him.

She walked on without stopping, making for the door. When she saw the sheets of rain lashing down outside, she let out a sigh. "It's coming down in sheets."

"Miss Lynwood, the car is over here!" Xavier followed beside her, reminding her again.

Lucy ignored him. "I have a ride."

Just as the words left her mouth, she spotted Jules's car. Moments later, Jules appeared, holding a large black umbrella, walking quickly toward her.

Seeing this, Xavier could only reply with a helpless, "Alright."

Internally, he was a mess—he had definitely botched this assignment.

Watching the two walk away under the same umbrella, he let out a heavy sigh.

This scene landed squarely in the eyes of Kingsley, who had walked out of the smoking room early.

On the surface, he looked calm, but the dark turbulence in his eyes and the stinging powerlessness spreading in his heart betrayed him completely.

Xavier turned to report and looked straight into Kingsley's bottomless dark eyes. He spoke quickly, "Mr. Sherwood, Miss Lynwood had a ride."

His tone was calm, fingers unconsciously tracing the edge of his phone.

There was silence on the other end for a moment before Winston spoke again, his voice carrying a trace of exhaustion. "Help me arrange a lawyer. Draft a divorce agreement."

"Have you thought it through?" Kingsley raised an eyebrow slightly, advising like someone who had been there. "If you divorce, you really sever all ties."

As he said it, a daze drifted through his heart—if he hadn't signed those papers back then, would things between him and Lucy be different?

"She brought it up."

Winston pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice deepening. "The Sherwood family and the Talmadge family... indeed, they trapped her for too long."

"She's an adult. If she really wants a divorce, no one can stop her." Kingsley chuckled low, self-mockery in his tone. "I was never her stumbling block, and neither were you."