Chapter 372
His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

âHarold, please hear me out,â Belinda urged softly.
She paused, a subtle smile tugging at the corner of her lips, before continuing, âAfter your birthday, Lucas and I are planning to get a divorce. Therefore, thereâs no need to tell everyone that Iâm your daughter-in-law at your birthday banquet. Announcing it one day and declaring a divorce the next would be humiliating. Itâs better to say nothing at all. Let the identity of Lucasâ wife remain a mysteryâit might be for the best.â
Belinda maintained a composed demeanor, but inside, her emotions were in turmoil. Each word she spoke made her feel pain.
As Harold listened, his expression turned grim. He realized that she was right. He had promisedâif Belinda and Lucas still wanted a divorce after his birthday, he would not stand in their way. Belindaâs words just now suggested she had made her decision.
Was it the recent events that had driven her to this resolute decision?
Harold clenched his teeth and spoke in a low tone. âBelinda, I know Lucas went too far yesterday. Regardless of his reasons, he left you at that time, and I wonât make excuses for him. But⦠I canât help feeling it would be a mistake if you two really got a divorce.â
He looked at Belinda earnestly and added, âAfter all this time, you must have seen the changes in Lucas. He is slowly opening his heart to you. If you give up now, wonât you regret it later?â
Belinda remained silent for a few seconds and then let out a self-deprecating laugh. âOpening up to me? Does that really matter? The moment Verena calls, he leaves me without a second thought. Whenever it comes to Verena, his choice is clear.â
Her words left Harold at a loss for words. For a moment, he didnât know what to say. Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, Harold turned to Belinda.
âBelinda, thereâs something I havenât told you. I made a wager with Lucas. The agreement was that if, after this month and my birthday, you both still chose to divorce, I wouldnât stop you. And⦠Iâd never interfere in his marriage again. But there was one conditionâduring this period, Lucas had to follow my directions.â
Belinda was caught off guard by this, momentarily stunned. Suddenly, many of her previous confusions began to make sense. No wonder Lucas had never resisted any of Haroldâs requests, whether it was having dinner with her, picking her up, or accompanying her to visit the Wright family. He had complied with everything without protest. It turned out it was all because of his bet with Harold.
As this realization sank in, a wave of disappointment flooded Belindaâs heart once more. She had naively thought that perhaps Lucas was engaging in these activities because, deep down, he cared for her, even if just a little.
Since Harold had forced Lucas and Verena to break up, Lucas had become rebellious, often defying Haroldâs wishes. So, whenever Lucas mentioned things like âMy father asked me to come,â Belinda found herself questioning whether he was merely using Harold as an excuse. After all, she believed if Lucas truly didnât want to comply, Harold couldnât force him. But what she hadnât anticipated was⦠It turned out Lucas simply couldnât refuse Harold because of the bet. Reflecting on this, Belinda silently rebuked herself for being foolishly hopeful.
Just then, Harold spoke up. âIâm really not good at matchmaking. Aside from giving you two more opportunities to be alone together, I honestly donât know what else I could do. I thought I had a good plan, but then the mouse incident happenedâyou had nightmares all night because of thatâand I felt sorry for it.â As he said this, Haroldâs sense of resignation was palpable.
After that incident, he had resolved to let things unfold naturally. He had begun to sense that Lucasâ feelings for Belinda werenât entirely indifferent. Yet, that wasnât the main point Harold wanted to address. He continued, âBelinda, I urge you to think this through carefully. If you do decide to get a divorce, according to our agreement, I wonât interfere with Lucasâ marriage anymore. Even ifâ¦â
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