Chapter 2



Ignoring the disdainful stares, Belinda approached Lucas, setting the cake on the coffee table with a strained smile. “Lucas, I brought the mousse cake you requested.”

Without even glancing at Belinda, Lucas slid the cake toward Verena, saying in a charming voice, “Here, you can have it now.”

Verena responded with a bashful smile. “I just mentioned it casually.”

“I didn’t expect you would actually ask her to buy it.” A jolt of realization struck Belinda, her eyes widening in shock. She felt as though her heart had been pierced by a knife.

The cake she had spent nearly five hours to get… It was meant for Verena?

“Verena, you see how deeply Lucas cares about you now, don’t you? He would fetch the moon for you if you desired it.”

“That’s right! Go ahead and eat the cake. After all, Belinda just spent five hours getting it. Don’t let her efforts go to waste!”

At that, Belinda’s fists clenched at her sides. She felt like the biggest fool in the world.

Just then, Lucas rose and strode toward Belinda, meeting her gaze with an expressionless face.

In a cold voice, he said, “The divorce papers are on the coffee table at home. Sign them when you go back.”

“Divorce papers?” The color drained from Belinda’s face as she stared at Lucas, her lips quivering.

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․com offers tales worth telling Lucas’s expression remained indifferent. “I married you only to appease my father and to keep Verena out of harm’s way. Now that she has returned, I can ensure her safety.”

Belinda understood the implication behind his words. Their marriage had merely been a strategic move. With his objective fulfilled, Lucas now saw no further use for her, a wife who only brought him embarrassment.

Thinking of this, Belinda suddenly smiled. But her smile was tinged with resignation and bitter irony.

She looked up at Lucas, her eyes filled with sorrow, yet clinging to a sliver of hope. “Lucas, in all our years together, was I nothing more than just a convenient tool for you?”

Laughter erupted around Belinda, cruel and mocking. “Is Belinda delusional? Does she truly expect Lucas could have any affection for her?”

“Can’t she see herself? She’s so ugly!”

Ignoring the cruel insults, Belinda kept her gaze locked on Lucas, her determination for an answer evident.

With a cold voice, Lucas said, “Yes.”

Tears immediately welled in Belinda’s eyes. In that moment, it felt as though her heart had been ripped out, thrown to the floor, and mercilessly crushed. The pain was overwhelming.

A hollow chuckle escaped Belinda, laden with despair. “I see,” she murmured. She nodded slowly, accepting her fate. “I’ll sign the divorce papers when I get home.”

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