Chapter 2Caught Husband Getting Cozy with Secretary: When I Asked for Divorce, He Forced Me to Drink Hard Liquor

I put down the empty bottle, and Lucas looked at me, suddenly smiling: "So, you can drink after all."

"Of course, after so many years abroad, who knows how many people you've drunk with. You must be able to handle your liquor by now."

"This one bottle is nothing."

I coughed a few times, trying hard to suppress the churning in my stomach: "Sign it."

"After it's signed, I'll move out."

But Lucas just grinned: "One bottle isn't enough." He patted the waist of the girl next to him and said, "Go get some more, open them all."

One bottle after another, I don't even know when I lost consciousness.

When I woke up with a stomach ache, I crawled up from the floor and rushed to the bathroom. I threw up violently, washed my face, and struggled to stand up. Looking in the mirror, I saw my haggard face, unnaturally yellow.

I looked down and laughed bitterly. God still wasn't ready to let me go easily. So pathetic, I should have just died abroad.

"Mrs. Carter, are you okay?" Someone handed me a tissue.

I looked around the room, it was empty. The divorce papers were lying on the table, soaked in alcohol, without Lucas's signature.

I frowned: "Where's Lucas?"

"Miss Simmons had a fever, so Mr. Carter left..."

Left, huh...

The man who used to be so worried he couldn't stand it if I got even a small scratch, now doesn't even bat an eye when I pass out.

But for Miss Simmons, Lucas seems particularly caring.

Claire Simmons, his newly kept mistress.

Also the person who looks most like me, not the current me, but the high school me.

I wiped the water stains on my clothes with the tissue and staggered out of the room.

Every step I took, my body ached, and so did my heart.

When I went abroad, Lucas cried heartbrokenly behind me: "If you leave, never come back."

But I didn't listen.

Now that I'm back, there's no good ending for me.