Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

“Lucas, tell me. Have you ever climbed all the way up to Grace Abbey?” Sophia asked coldly.

Lucas turned his head, glancing out the window at the mountain’s endless staircase stretching into the mist.

“I don’t believe in any of that. Why would I bother climbing up there?” he shot back.

Sophia didn’t answer for a long moment. Then she went on, “For most people, getting from the base to the top takes about an hour and a half, maybe one hour if you’re fast.

“Two years ago, I crawled up every step on my knees, so I could pray for your safety. It took me three hours.

“Lucas, I’ve been married to you for three years. I’ve loved you wholeheartedly and given you everything I have. I thought even if your heart was frozen solid, my love would thaw it.

“But Emily has only been back for a couple of months, and look at how you’ve treated me. You’ve shattered my heart, tormented me inside and out, and made all these years of love feel like nothing but a sick joke.

“I’m exhausted, Lucas. Let’s break it off and go our separate ways, without any more drama.”

Lucas gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white and the veins popped out. “Forget about divorce, Sophia. That’s never going to happen. Don’t even dream about it,” he spat coldly.

Then he floored the gas pedal. The black Bentley tore through the night like a sword slicing straight through the darkness.

Sophia shut her eyes and turned her face to the window, determined not to waste another breath on him. She’d given him a chance.

But if he insisted on making things difficult, he couldn’t blame her for taking the hard line.

Far off, in the backseat of a sleek black Rolls–Royce Phantom, Richard sat quietly.

On the way here, Sophia had been right beside him, and he hadn’t thought much of it.

But now, on the drive back into the city, with that seat beside him empty, he found himself feeling a little hollow inside.

Up front, Harley sneaked a peek in the rearview mirror and caught Richard lost in thought, eyes fixed on the paper bag Sophia had left behind.

Harley pursed his lips and suggested, “Ms. Evans left some clothes in the car. Should I go ahead and return them to her?”

Richard gave him a sidelong glance and replied, “At this hour? You want Mr. Westwood to get the wrong

“Lucas, Sophia, where did you two go? I was waiting for a long time,” she chirped.

Sophia didn’t even glance her way and headed straight upstairs.

Lucas couldn’t stand Sophia disrespecting Emily and shot back in a cold voice, “Are you deaf or ignoring Emily? Didn’t you hear her say hello?”

Sophia stopped, turned around, and gave Emily a chilly stare. She sneered, “If you think I’m such an eyesore, kick me out. Spare me your fake, sarcastic greetings.”

Lucas was at a loss for words. He seethed with anger but felt powerless, as if he were throwing punches into thin air.

Sophia was beyond caring now. Nothing he said or did could get under her skin, and all she wanted was to sever ties for good.

As Sophia’s silhouette vanished up the spiral stairs, Emily slipped her arm intimately around Lucas’s and leaned closer.

Then she complained in a clingy voice, “Lucas, did Sophia wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?

“She’s been snapping at everyone all day. I don’t mind her being rude to me, but why is she lashing out at you, too? I feel bad for you.”