Chapter 282

“Give me a reason.” Tyrone’s voice was low and charged with irritation; the tension in the car was palpable.

Alicia could feel it in her bones.

But she really couldn’t fathom what Tyrone was thinking. If he didn’t want a divorce, then why? Did he... like her?

A nervous flutter filled her chest. She lowered her head, silent for a long time before finally whispering, “Your grandfather wants to hand Lynch Corporation over to Easton. Once Easton’s birthday passes next year, he’ll be of legal marrying age. It’s not far off... If we divorce now, you can marry Nicole, and that’ll put an end to your grandfather’s plans...”

Her hands clenched together in her lap as she hurried through the words, anxiety etched in every syllable.

Tyrone’s brow furrowed. He just stared at Alicia, dark eyes unreadable, saying nothing.

Unsure, Alicia tried again. “I heard... if you marry Nicole, you’ll inherit the White family fortune, too. Reginald wants you to have their business as well.”

Tyrone’s gaze never wavered, his voice deep and steady. “And what about you? If we divorce, what will you do?”

Alicia’s eyes brimmed with red. She was the one who’d brought up divorce, and yet, somehow, it was her heart that ached first.

Was he agreeing?

“I... I’ll just go back to school. And then...” Then what? Come back to Lynch Corporation and help him?

The more she spoke, the harder it became to continue, her chest tightening with each word.

The thought of leaving—of truly parting ways—hurt more than she could bear.

“Then marry Vincent?” Tyrone’s low voice was heavy with accusation.

The driver, sensing the storm in the back seat, drove with exaggerated caution, as if afraid to draw attention.

Alicia froze, looking up at Tyrone in shock. “No... No, I wouldn’t...”

She would never marry Vincent.

But clearly, Tyrone had misunderstood.

“Vincent told reporters at the launch today that his engagement to the Holloway family is off. Isn’t that why you want a divorce? So you can marry him?” Tyrone cut her off, his tone dark and cold.

Alicia had no idea what Vincent had said at the press conference.

She hadn’t spoken to Vincent in ages.

All she’d ever wanted was for Tyrone not to lose the Lynch family inheritance because of her.

Lynch Corporation was his by right. She didn’t want to see him lose everything for her sake.

It wouldn’t be fair.

Besides, their marriage had always been a contract—a business arrangement. There’d never been any real affection.

In that case, maybe it was best to just let go.

“I never wanted to marry Vincent...” Alicia’s voice was barely audible.

Tyrone, still seething, ignored her.

Alicia wanted to comfort him, to reach out, but didn’t know if she should.

If a divorce was really what they’d decided, then what was the point in trying to make things right?

The whole ride home, the tension between them was thick and suffocating. Tyrone waited for Alicia to apologize, to say she wouldn’t bring up divorce again. Alicia kept wondering if there was any point in holding on.

Maybe leaving was really for the best.

No matter what, she’d always be Tyrone’s weak spot.

Just like Melanie had said before she’d gone—Alicia was too soft, too fragile. She wasn’t strong enough to stand at Tyrone’s side.

...

They arrived home. Neither said a word to the other, each locked in their own silent struggle.

“Still want a divorce?” Tyrone finally broke, grabbing Alicia and pressing her against the wall, his lips crashing down on hers.

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“If we divorce, will you marry Nicole?” Alicia’s breath came in short gasps, her voice thick with emotion.

Tyrone’s brows knotted. Still with the divorce? “No. I won’t.”

Alicia stared at him, stunned. “But if you marry Nicole, you could have the White family’s fortune.”

“Why would I want that? Am I not busy enough already? Do you think I have all the time in the world to spend with you as it is?” He was angry, but couldn’t bring himself to be harsh with her.

He understood where all her doubts came from. As long as she didn’t truly want to leave, he could put up with anything—he’d just have to show her, little by little.

Alicia had grown up in orphanages, passed from one foster home to another. She’d never had confidence, always feeling she wasn’t good enough for anyone...