Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 174 - - she’ll never forgive you

Albert was stunned by her frantic movements, unable to move, even forgetting to dodge. He just stood there, watching her with a face full of despair and determination, gripping the knife fiercely as she mercilessly thrust it toward him.

"Boss, watch out!"

Jim, startled, rushed over from behind, trying to pull him away, but he was still too late. The sharp fruit knife plunged deep into his arm. If Jim hadn't pulled him away in time, the knife would have driven straight into his abdomen!

The tip of the knife sank into his flesh, and blood instantly soaked his clothes. The glaring red color made Cynthia's mind snap back to clarity. She suddenly loosened her grip, and the knife clattered onto the marble floor, making a sharp sound.

Realizing what she had done, Cynthia looked at her hands in terror, then lifted her gaze to his handsome face, which was contorted in pain. Trembling, she stretched out her hand, desperately covering her mouth, and with tears streaming down her face, she ran out.

"Cynthia—"

Albert watched her fragile figure and cried out in pain, then chased after her. Jim, worried, grabbed him.

"Boss, you should tend to your wound first!"

Without even glancing at his wound, Albert shook off Jim's hand and hurriedly continued after her. But by the time he reached the outside, all he saw was her bent over, getting into a black car.

In the back seat of the car, a man held her in his arms, casting a cold glance at Albert before turning back to issue a command to the driver. The car window slowly rolled up, and the black car sped off, disappearing from his sight.

The last thing he saw was the man's slightly provocative and cold profile, and the image of her crying in his arms. At that moment, his heart felt as though it had been ripped apart.

He pulled out his phone and dialed her number, but after a few rings, he was met with the cold "powered off" tone. He cursed under his breath, then turned and rushed to his car, jumping in and chasing after her.

But the black car had already vanished from sight. He aimlessly drove through the streets, his phone ringing constantly, but he paid no attention. He knew it was probably Jim calling to tell him to go back and tend to his wound.

He glanced down at the injury on his arm. The blood had already coagulated, drying on his gray coat, leaving behind a horrific stain that painfully tugged at his heart.

Wandering aimlessly, the wanderer unknowingly arrived beneath her small apartment. He parked the car there, took out a cigarette, and smoked one after another. They had come this far, and he felt an indescribable exhaustion and heartbreak.

Could this be fate's mockery of him? For the people he hated to be the ones he loved and cared about, for every step he took toward revenge to push her further away from him? If, in the end, he completed his revenge but ended up completely pushing her away from his life...?

He suddenly found himself unable to imagine that outcome, because even though they had come this far, he had never thought of letting her go. But when he thought about the scene of her being taken away by that man just now, it felt as if something deep inside him had been violently torn apart.

The ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts. He glanced at the time, realizing it was already the early hours of the morning. He continued to wait, but when morning came and she still hadn't appeared, he could no longer define the emotions swirling inside him—heartache, sadness, worry, anxiety...

Jim had called, hesitantly mentioning that Maureen's matter was connected to Lucca. His teeth clenched, and his eyes filled with coldness. He threw the phone aside and slammed his foot on the accelerator, heading toward Lucca's apartment.

Lucca, in a good mood, was heading to the garage with her bag in hand, intending to drive to work. Her informant had told her yesterday that things had gone sour between the two of them, and that woman had even stabbed him. They had grown to hate each other so much that they could never be together again.

The familiar silver-gray car screeched to a halt in front of her, barely missing her as it almost knocked her off her feet. She was so scared that her face turned pale, and she stumbled backward several steps. Before she could react, the person who got out of the car roughly grabbed her shoulder and dragged her inside.

She winced in pain, frowning as she struggled displeased.

"Albert, you're hurting me—"

His grip was so strong that it felt as though he might crush her shoulder bone. She carefully glanced at him, but his frosty expression froze her in place, not daring to make a sound.

As soon as the door opened, Albert shoved Lucca inside the room. Then, without hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped her face, hitting her so hard that it sent her reeling. With veins bulging, he yelled at her angrily:

"Who gave you permission to touch Maureen?!"

His slap was vicious, and the force behind it was immense. He put every bit of his strength into it, even with the injury on his arm, aiming to make her pay for the harm she had caused, just like the pain that woman had suffered.

The force of the slap sent Lucca crashing to the ground. The side of her face immediately bore five bright red finger marks, and her ears rang with a buzzing sound from the impact. The taste of blood even lingered at the corner of her mouth.

In disbelief, she raised her hand to wipe her lips, her eyes widening in terror. There was fresh blood on her fingers. He had actually hit her! And not just a light slap—he had struck her so hard that she almost lost consciousness!

Having been by his side for so many years, she knew his temper wasn't great, but she also knew he was a gentleman. No matter how angry he was, he would never hit a woman. Yet this time, he... he had actually hit her!

So, sitting there with her burning cheek, tears welled up in her eyes as she muttered, looking at him.

"Albert, you..."

"Lucca!"

Albert yelled again. He felt that one slap wasn't enough to vent his anger. He was so furious that he could have shot her. Taking a step forward, he grabbed the collar of her shirt, yanked her off the ground, and his fingers tightened around her throat.

"Lucca, how did I not realize how cruel you are? That time when you had someone shoot at her but ended up injuring Vincent, I should have seen through you. I should have just thrown you back to Miami!"

Lucca was immediately choked by his rough grip, struggling to breathe. She looked at him in terror, stretching out her hands to desperately claw at his hand. She could barely make a sound except for continuous coughing.

"Cough, cough—"

Albert gritted his teeth, his grip tightening even more, and the veins on his forehead stood out. He truly wanted to strangle this woman, and just as Lucca's body began to weaken from lack of air and she was about to lose consciousness, he released his grip and threw her aside.

Lucca staggered a few steps before crashing into the doorframe. A sharp pain shot through her forehead, and dizziness overtook her. Warm liquid slid down her forehead, and as she wiped it away, the sight of the blood sent her into a frenzy.

She lunged at Albert like a madwoman, beating him fiercely with all her strength, screaming loudly.

"Albert, how could you do this to me? Everything I did was for you, to help you get your revenge!"

The pain on her face, the throbbing in her forehead, all paled in comparison to the sharp hurt caused by his cruelty and coldness. She cried without dignity, the blood from her forehead mixed with her tears, distorting her face.

"I've been defiled by that beast just to help you gather evidence of Karl's corruption! Look at your conscience, after all these years with you, what have I ever done to wrong you?"

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By the end, she had no strength left, clutching at his shirt as she whimpered pitifully.

"Albert, tell me, what have I ever done to wrong you, for you to be this cruel to me?"

When Albert heard that she had been touched by Karl, a trace of guilt flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ruthless anger. He shoved her away, ripping her hand from his clothes, and coldly said:

"I've already told you, you have no place in my affairs anymore! And you, you're no longer the gentle and kind Lucca you once were."

Lucca collapsed onto the ground, sobbing quietly. After a while, she suddenly looked up, a bitter smile curling at the corner of her lips.

"Albert, it's not that I've changed, it's that you have! You've fallen for that woman, and that's why you've become so cautious and hesitant. If it weren't for her, why haven't you taken action against the Lancaster family? If it weren't for her, why would you let Bonnie and Maureen go?"

As her accusations sank into his ears, the coldness on Albert's face deepened. By the end of her rant, Lucca's voice had become hoarse.

"You were the one who said it yourself, you wouldn't spare a single person from the three families, including that woman! But look at what you've done now—you're pampering her to the skies and almost ruining everything you've worked for all these years just for her!"

As he listened to her recounting his feelings for that woman, Albert could feel her words stir a storm in his heart, making his thoughts chaotic and unclear. His anger flared, and he shouted at her:

"Shut up!"

Lucca sneered, meeting his furious gaze.

"Albert, are you scared? Did I expose your feelings for her, making you so angry? You've fallen for her, hehe..."

Lucca laughed, her smile twisted and malicious.

"She's fallen for you too, and you two are in love. But in the end, it can't escape the twists of fate. Albert, she cares so much about those people—she'll never forgive you in this lifetime!"