Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Sophia felt humiliated. Her only reaction was to fight back. She had no intention of explaining anything.

‘Lucas only thinks with his desires. There’s no way he’d ever respect me,‘ Sophia thought.

Seeing her silently struggle, Lucas felt those tormenting images inside his head almost tearing him apart.

He spat, “So, you two came to Grace Abbey to have an affair, huh? Aren’t you afraid of staining this sacred place?”

Sick of his dirty mouth, Sophia slapped him hard, making his head snap to the side.

She didn’t hold back. Lucas’s lip split open, and blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

Blinded by rage, Lucas raised his hand to hit her, but Sophia didn’t flinch. Instead, she thrust her face right into his palm.

“Go on, Lucas. If you lay a finger on me, I swear I’ll never have anything to do with you again, even if I die,” she spat.

Her gorgeous eyes burned with frosty hatred, so fierce it sent chills down Lucas’s spine.

He knew she meant every word. His hand hovered in the air, unable to come down. This torment was driving him insane.

He gripped her throat and dragged her close, his furious breath scorching her face.

“Sophia, how could you? Weren’t you the one who loved me most? Why are you being so heartless now?” he shouted.

He thought, ‘She keeps disappearing without a word, acting as if I don’t matter. If this is her way of punishing me, then she’s

won.

Sophia snapped her head to the side and said, “Before you ask me for answers, maybe you should take a hard look at all the crap you’ve pulled.”

Sophia thought, ‘Lucas, I gave you a shot, but you threw it away. Don’t blame me for how things turned out. This mess is all on you.’

Lucas replied angrily, “What did I ever do to you? But you pretended to have a miscarriage when you couldn’t get pregnant. Then you went and trashed my mom’s birthday party, making the whole Westwood family the laughingstock of the city.

“You can’t have kids, and I tried everything I could to help you keep your spot as my wife. But you threw it all back at me. You hit me and Emily, and then ran off with Richard like nothing mattered.

Sophia jiggled the handle a few times, but the door wouldn’t budge. She forced herself to take a steady breath, trying to keep herself from panicking.

Lucas was on edge. If she poked him the wrong way now, they’d probably end up throwing punches in his car again.

She took a deep breath and said, “Lucas, if you divorce me, you can stop hiding and live your life with Emily however you want. I don’t understand what you’re still stubborn about.”

‘Is it because I don’t love him anymore? Or because I don’t care about him? Is his ego so fragile?‘ she wondered.

Lucas went quiet. Just the mention of Emily made his expression twist in conflict.

Life was a lot less complicated before Emily came back to the country.

Sophia had been head over heels for him, and if he ever missed Emily, he could fly overseas to see her.

Now, Sophia was getting into fights with him almost every day, turning their home into a big mess of arguments and drama. Still, no matter how bad it got, divorce never crossed his mind, not even once.

“Whether you believe it or not, I never planned on divorcing you, Sophia,” Lucas said. “So do yourself a favor. Drop the divorce talk and start acting like Mrs. Westwood already.”

Sophia felt nothing. To her, a man whose heart had turned cold was like spoiled leftovers, worthless and unappealing. It made her stomach churn.