Chapter 3

Lucas responded, “Let’s eat first.”

He gently pushed her away and walked to the dining table, placing the breakfast on it.

Aveline’s heart sank deeper into despair as she stared at his back, pain evident in her eyes.

She had stopped him from saying the word “divorce,” but his attitude was clear. He was distancing himself from her, not even offering a false promise.

He never used to be like this!

In the beginning, he just followed her everywhere, clinging to her. Later, when she decided to take him in, she taught him to read and learn sign language. His gaze on her became more focused.

No matter what she did, his eyes were always on her, as if she were his whole world.

“Lucas, you didn’t give me my good morning kiss.”

Aveline walked over and said, reminding him of the promise they made after they got together.

Lucas pushed the milk toward her. “Let’s eat first. I have something to tell you later.”

Aveline clenched her fists. “If I don’t eat, will you not say it?”

Lucas’s dark eyes fixed on her. “You heard everything.”

He was referring to what he said in the private room yesterday.

Aveline closed her eyes and asked, “Why?”

No matter how much she tried to hold back, everything was out in the open now. She couldn’t deceive herself anymore.

Lucas replied, “She’s important. I have to take responsibility for her.”

“What about me?” Aveline looked at him with a bitter smile. “What does our year together mean?”

As if she realized something, she walked up to him. “You got your memory back, didn’t you? You remember who you are, right?”

“Yes.” Lucas nodded. “Ave, I’m very grateful for the year you spent with me. I’ll repay you. Whatever you want, just ask, and I’ll make sure you get it.”

“I don’t want a divorce,” Aveline said, looking at him, enunciating each word.

Lucas’s expression grew cold and distant, his handsome features losing their warmth. “We must divorce.”

At that moment, an unapproachable, icy aura surrounded him—something Aveline had never seen before.

Her nails dug into her palms as she met his gaze. “I won’t divorce you!”

Compensation? How could he compensate for a year’s worth of love and effort?

Lucas’s brow furrowed with apparent impatience. “Aveline, if we continue like this, neither of us will be happy.”

Aveline sat down and began eating breakfast without saying another word. She was determined not to divorce him.

Lucas watched her with a complex expression. The memories of the past year lingered in his mind, unwanted but persistent whenever he saw her, making him feel uneasy.

He stood up and said coldly, “I’ll have someone send over the divorce papers later. You can name your terms.”

Then he left immediately.

“Bang!”

Aveline kicked over a nearby chair, her eyes brimming with tears as she bit her lip in anger.

Jerk! He was such a jerk!

Aveline struggled to control her emotions, taking several deep breaths, her resolve hardening.

Sure enough, the divorce papers arrived soon after. She had just finished breakfast and was heading to work when a man in a suit showed up at her door, handing over the documents.

Aveline didn’t even look at them. She took the papers and tore them to pieces.

“Divorce is out of the question!”

Without paying attention to the man’s reaction, she went straight to work.