Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 177 - - Let’s divorce

She had slept deeply until the evening. When she woke up, she planned to make herself something to eat. Just as she opened the fridge, the door to her small apartment was suddenly opened from the outside. She turned around to see him standing in the doorway, his face solemn, with a hint of pain in his eyes. The scent of smoke hit her immediately, and she instinctively covered her nose.

He walked in and bent down to change his shoes at the entrance. She glanced at him but didn't say anything. There was only instant noodles in the fridge, so she took out a pack and headed into the kitchen.

When she came out after making the noodles, she saw him sitting on the sofa, his jacket still on, as if he wasn't planning to stay. This felt different; usually, whenever he came, he'd linger, unwilling to leave.

She didn't want to face him directly, but the apartment was so small, there was no other place to eat besides the coffee table in front of the sofa, so she sat down.

"Cynthia—"

Just as she took a bite of her noodles, she heard him quietly call her name.

She looked up at him and saw a storm of emotions flash through his eyes before they settled on a firm and resolute expression. Then he slowly uttered the words,

"Let's divorce."

Her chest tightened, and her eyes welled up with tears. She quickly lowered her head, focusing on the bowl of noodles to hide the tears that almost spilled over.

Even though she had known from the beginning that they would divorce one day, even though she had prepared herself when she heard that Lucca was pregnant with his child, hearing him say the word "divorce" with his own mouth still felt unbearable.

Albert looked at her and felt a deep ache in his chest. He closed his eyes, trying not to think too much, and then decisively said,

"Lucca is pregnant. I need to give her a title. I hope you can understand."

The night she went to Syria, Lucca called him, crying as she told him she was pregnant with his child, having been violated by Karl. She asked him what to do.

Without hesitation, he told her to get an abortion. But Lucca, unexpectedly, threatened him with a USB drive containing evidence of Karl's crimes. She had once sent him a fax, but it was merely a reminder that she had gathered information about Karl, which meant that the real evidence was in Lucca's hands.

His revenge had reached its final step. As for William S. Lancaster, their involvement was purely financial; bringing them down was a simple matter for him. The Lancaster empire was on the brink of collapse, but he still wasn't willing to destroy them completely. Deep down, he was waiting for something.

But Karl was different. He had powerful backers, and even with the evidence in Lucca's hands, there was no guarantee it would be enough to take him down. Besides, that evidence was still not in his possession.

He angrily asked Lucca what she wanted. She told him to divorce Cynthia and marry her. Enraged, he refused, but Lucca coldly replied, "Then you'll watch everything fall apart."

He didn't want to divorce Cynthia; he wanted to live with her forever. He wanted to hold her close every weary night and wake up to her peaceful face each morning.

But his hatred was a force he could never let go of. For all these years, it was the only thing that had kept him alive. Every time reality pressed down on him, he thought back to the suffering and chaos he'd endured. That pain gave him the courage to keep going.

Hatred had both made him and ruined him.

He realized that, apart from accepting Lucca's demands, he had no other choice. That afternoon, Lucca called, saying she had returned and demanded to see their divorce papers immediately.

Of course, he knew she had returned. He had already gathered information about her whereabouts. But he hadn't yet found the courage to approach her. Later that night, Lucca called again, crying and urging him to act.

Lucca's parents even called from Miami, angrily accusing him. They screamed at him for letting their daughter suffer and abandon her. They called him heartless and inhuman. They said the child in Lucca's womb could be aborted, but he had to take responsibility for her future.

He had no choice but to force himself to come. He thought he would first pacify Lucca, and once he took down Karl, he would figure out a way to handle her. But he never expected that the plan would change so quickly. In the blink of an eye, he was facing a person who was no longer in his world, a separation that felt final.

Cynthia sat there stiffly, her head lowered. She still held the chopsticks in her hand, but her fingers were gripping them so tightly that her knuckles turned a ghostly white.

She pressed her lips together, biting down hard on her teeth to stop herself from crying, refusing to let herself appear too pathetic. She told herself that everyone had to experience emotional loss at least once, failure in their career at least once, and make a wrong choice at least once in their lives to truly grow.

So, Cynthia, don't be afraid of losing. Everything can still be fixed.

She didn't know how long she had sat in silence, but when she felt she had enough courage to speak, she finally lifted her head to look at him and said with a calm but firm tone, "Okay, I agree."

A flash of pain crossed Albert's eyes, but he remained silent.

Truthfully, seeing her agree so calmly left him feeling hopeless. If she had shown any sign of weakness, tried to win him back, perhaps he would have immediately wavered and taken back his words. But she didn't.

She was always the proud and stubborn Cynthia. She always wrapped herself in a tough exterior, not allowing anyone to hurt her, even if she was hurting inside. And right now, she was doing just that.

Her stubbornness made him think that without him, she would live a better life. He bitterly curled his lips in self-mockery.

"The divorce papers... I'll have them delivered. Whatever you want, I'll agree to it."

Before he could finish, Cynthia interrupted sharply. She stood up abruptly, still holding the half-eaten noodles, and glared down at him from her height.

"If Mr. Wilson has come today to discuss this matter, then please leave once it's done. I will sign the papers."

She paused for a moment, her expression becoming even colder.

"As for your property, I don't care about it one bit!"

After saying that, she turned and went into the small kitchen, locking the door tightly behind her. Her sorrow, she would only allow herself to bear alone, hidden from him. He had already asked for a divorce, and showing weakness in front of him now would only make him think she was clinging to him.

She reached down to gently touch her lower abdomen, feeling a deep sorrow for the child who had come at the wrong time. "I'm sorry, my baby, you're destined not to come into this world."

Hearing the sound of a door closing outside, she finally stepped out of the kitchen. In the small attic, she stood silently and stubbornly, as waves of memories surged within her like a relentless tide.

The first time they met, his teasing, how he helped her escape the awkwardness when her period stained her clothes, the way he stood up to the Lancaster family pressure under the locust tree, telling her she could be his bride...

She thought that her love for him had started the moment he vowed not to leave her. Everything that followed was just her sinking deeper into it.

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The memories were too heavy, the sweetness too sorrowful. Her body, exhausted, finally slid down the wall and collapsed onto the smooth floor with a painful thud, as heavy as the weight on her heart at that moment.