Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Sophia gave a light laugh and said, “I’ve resented things before, but resentment doesn’t free you. It only drags you deeper into an endless abyss.”

If she wanted to save herself, she had to break free from everything holding her down and become stronger.

The strong never complained about their circumstances.

Richard almost wanted to pull over, lean across, and hug her–just to tell her everything was truly in the past.

But he knew he had no right to do it.

He gripped the steering wheel, holding himself back while the car glided steadily down the road.

Half an hour later, the Rolls–Royce Phantom pulled up outside Cherry Grove. Richard glanced at the gilded

gates.

“Are you sure you want to go back in there?” he asked.

Sophia gripped the door handle, but she didn’t answer his question. She just said, “Mr. Sterling, thank you for bringing me back. Goodbye.”

With that, she pushed the door open and stepped out.

Standing by the roadside, she watched the Rolls–Royce Phantom disappear into the night before finally turning to head inside.

When she got back to the villa, the living room on the first floor was brightly lit. Lucas was still dressed in the same suit he’d worn to the dinner party, sitting on the couch with a stormy look on his face.

When he saw her walk in, his eyes turned cold and sharp. He demanded, “Where have you been? Why are you getting home so late?”

“What’s it to you?” Sophia shot back.

She grabbed her purse and headed straight for the stairs.

Lucas stormed over in a few quick strides, roughly dragged Sophia back, and pressed her against the staircase.

The handrail dug into Sophia’s waist, her expression twisting in discomfort. She snapped, “Lucas, do think there’s any point to this? Do you actually find this fun?

you

“You like Emily, don’t you? Don’t you want things to work out with her? So why are you always chasing after me? Does this even make sense? Is this really fair to the girl you keep claiming is the love of your life?”

Lucas snapped, his temper boiling over, “So all this–you’re just trying to shove me toward Emily, is that it?”

Sophia gave him that look reserved for guys who thought they were players. She shot back, “Shove? Please. Isn’t Emily the one you’re obsessed with? So why don’t you just go after her instead of clinging to me?

“Getting divorced and making Emily your official wife–isn’t that what you’ve been dying to do all along?”

Lucas hated the way Sophia always treated him like he was some hot potato, something she was desperate to Just toss aside.

Like he was dirty, and she wouldn’t ever touch him again.

“Not happening—I won’t marry her, and I’m not giving you a divorce either,” Lucas snapped, his tone. stubborn and domineering.

“Good, let’s duke it out in court then,” Sophia fired back with a smirk. She was ready to throw those divorce papers at him any time and watch him squirm.

Lucas seized her by the neck and dragged her toward him, his furious breath fanning her face.

Sophia frowned instinctively.

She remembered seeing a meme online that said when one was physically repelled by someone, everything about that person–down to the way they breathed–could be sickening.

Sophia thought, ‘No kidding. It couldn’t be more correct.

“Sophia, I’m not agreeing to a divorce. Even if you haul me into court, I’ll never consent,” Lucas said, his voice icy with resolve.

The system was rigged for men–the courts and the laws all protected them.

If a man wanted out, his wife barely got a say. But if he refused to divorce, she got zero chance.

That was why one would hear about women going through eighteen rounds in divorce court and still not getting a single approval from the judge.

If a guy just said he still had feelings for his wife, judges seldom granted the divorce.

Sophia had been looking into a lot of divorce cases lately, and she knew Lucas’s threats weren’t just empty words–he really did have some leverage.

She tried to reason with him. She said, “Why bother, Lucas? Let’s be real. You busted three of my ribs, you made me lose our baby, and I’ve gone after you with a knife.

“After everything we’ve put each other through, do you honestly think we could ever go back to living like none of this happened?”

“Sophia, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not keeping your secrets. Once I realized you were still worth something to me, I was never letting you go,” Lucas sneered, cold and ruthless.

Sophia was the one who came up with the formula for skin regeneration. With that in her possession, the Westwood family was never going to let her leave so easily.