Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 129

She thought, ‘Men are predictably pathetic. Talk to them nicely, and they treat you like a soft target. Threaten them and they fall in line.

A smirk played on her lips. “What now? Suddenly, I’m not just some trophy wife, and you think I can actually make money for the Westwood family, huh?”

Her words struck a nerve–Lucas looked visibly uncomfortable.

He wiped his face and said stubbornly, “Sure, you’re tough, but Sophia, divorcing you was never even on my mind.”

Sophia sneered. “Sure, I’m still useful. It used to be my womb; now I can help bring Yadel Group back to life. You’ve got plenty of reasons to keep me, but my reason to divorce you is simple–you make me sick.”

Lucas’s expression tightened, but he held back his temper. “It’s fine. Love takes time to happen.”

Sophia snorted. “Wake up, okay?”

“If you don’t love me, then hate me—I mean, they are not that different.” Lucas shrugged, unfazed.

As long as she remained his wife, he believed that she would eventually love him again.

Sophia noticed the calculating gleam in Lucas’s eyes and couldn’t help but think, ‘How did I never realize before just how much this guy grossed me out?‘

“Don’t mess with me, or deal with the consequences,” she warned.

Lucas flashed back to how savage she had been moments ago–no way was he going to test her. He raised his hands, surrendering instantly.

“Alright, I won’t mess with you,” he blurted.

Emily shuffled downstairs in clean clothes, catching Lucas serving the fruit to Sophia.

She had just spent the last few minutes upstairs sobbing her guts out, cursing Sophia in her heart.

However, when she saw Sophia now, that wild, murderous look she had worn with the cleaver flashed through Emily’s mind. Instinctively, she flinched.

Emily crept down the stairs, practically shaking all over, and without even glancing her way, Sophia barked, “Get in the kitchen and make some food.”

Emily fiddled nervously with her shirt, her eyes swollen, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never even cooked before.”

“Then learn how to do it first. If it tastes terrible, you’re done.” Sophia’s expression was strikingly reminiscent of her foster mother, Mary Watson.

Chapter 129

That was exactly how Mary used to treat her back when she was a kid.

Even after all the stuff Emily put her through lately, Sophia used to think they should at least show some respect for each other.

However, she didn’t give a damn about respect anymore.

She thought that if they didn’t see her as a real person, she might as well go completely nuts and wreck everyone who got in her way.

Emily’s eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful, and she glanced at Lucas, hoping he would step in.

“Lucas,” she whimpered.

Lucas didn’t even bother to look at her. “Just go. Wendy and Tessa will help you–follow them and learn.”

Emily was left speechless.

She thought, ‘Didn’t he tell me I was the love of his life and that he wouldn’t let me suffer? Fine, men are all liars.‘

Emily stumbled into the kitchen, sobbing, while Tessa watched her with a sense of satisfaction.

Tessa said, “You need to know your place. If you choose to be a married Mr. Westwood’s mistress, then you’d better serve Mrs. Westwood properly–only then will you have a spot in this house.”

Emily glared at Tessa, her humiliation burning. She hadn’t expected even a servant to bully her like this.

“How dare you disrespect me? Just you wait–Lucas will have you fired in no time,” she hissed.

Tessa raised an eyebrow. “Go ahead, run to Mr. Westwood and see if he’ll fire me. Let’s see who really calls the shots in this house.”

Emily couldn’t help but think of Lucas practically groveling in front of Sophia just moments ago, and she bit down hard, forcing herself not to explode.

She said, “Whatever, I’ll cook, but don’t come to me if it tastes terrible. I’ve never cooked a day in my life.”

Lucas poured Sophia a glass of milk in the living room, along with some fresh fruit.

He looked at Sophia with a fawning expression. “Babe, have some milk.”