Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 234

At Midnight Vault, the dim, golden lights spilled lazily across the dark brown wooden floor, like melted butter.

Behind a metal screen, Lucas was raising his glass and laughing with a few of his drinking buddies.

"Lucas, are you really serious about divorcing Sophia?" one of his buddies teased.

The whole saga with Lucas's troubled marriage had been setting Twitter on fire. It was obvious that Sophia was hell-bent on breaking things off with him.

Truth was, Lucas wasn't just here to get drunk—he was haunted by thoughts of Emily.

The fact that Emily had slept with David was something he just couldn't accept, no matter how hard he tried.

But it was all about his pride as a man, and he couldn't even bring himself to tell his closest friends.

That bitter, helpless feeling was something no one else could ever understand.

Lucas gripped his glass so tightly his knuckles turned white. He snapped, "Cut the crap. | didn't invite you here to gossip. | just want you to drink with me."

No one dared to push their luck. They quickly refilled his glass and switched the topic.

"Hey Lucas, | heard we've got some new faces at the bar tonight. Want me to call them over so you can see if anyone catches your eye?" one of his friends offered.

Lucas had always kept things strictly above board, never messing around with random women.

But right now, he was hurting inside.

Lucas thought, ‘Emily has stabbed me in the back, and Sophia is walking away from our marriage. Is there really something wrong with me?

‘I've put my whole heart into both relationships, so why are they turning their backs on me like this?’

Riding the wave of bitterness in his chest, Lucas slammed back his drink with a flourish. He said, "Bring them in! Tonight, I'm not leaving till I'm absolutely smashed."

His buddies traded looks, then one slipped out. Moments later, a middle-aged woman all decked out strutted in, trailing a lineup of girls in skimpy, eye-catching outfits.

The girls were loaded with heavy makeup, curves that could turn heads, and a spark in their eyes—rare beauties one didn't see every day.

"Why did you end up working here?" Lucas asked, his tone softer than he meant it to be.

Girls with a good heart didn't come to places like this—let alone offer themselves to entertain men.

The girl dropped her gaze, fidgeting anxiously with the hem of her skirt. It was already short, and with each nervous tug, her bare, milky-white thighs flashed under the dim lights, almost painfully bright in the gloom.

"My dad racked up huge gambling debts, my mom's stuck in bed and needs medicine, and my little brother is about to take his college entrance exams—he needs tutoring,’ she murmured, her voice quivering.

She was totally out of options for money, so this was all she could do—even if it meant selling herself.

Lucas's Adam's apple moved in a way that made his words feel charged with desire. His voice turned rough and low as he asked, “Is this your first time?"

The girl's lashes trembled as she replied, "Yeah."

"I've got plenty of money. Please me tonight, and money will never be a problem for you again,” Lucas promised, his tone both soft and powerful.

The girl gazed up at him, wide-eyed and shy, her innocence tugging at his heartstrings. "R-Really?" she whispered.