Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 14: Maybe One Day I’ll Stop Wanting You
Wren returned to the bedroom, so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. She kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the bed, too lazy to even get changed.
Later that night, Adrian came home. As he went upstairs, he saw the roses and the jewelry box on the dining table, and his handsome brow furrowed slightly.
She didn’t accept the gifts?
Adrian clenched his jaw, suppressed his emotions, and continued upstairs. He pushed open the master bedroom door to find it pitch-black inside.
By the light from the hallway, he saw the woman sleeping soundly in the middle of the bed, a faint fragrance wafting from her.
Adrian slowed his steps and walked in quietly. He stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze dark and unreadable as he stared at the slightly raised silhouette.
Wren had a habit of curling up into a ball when she slept, like a little kitten—a sign of insecurity.
In the quiet night, the sound of her shallow breathing echoed in Adrian’s ears, stirring a tide of tender feelings within him. On his way back, he had thought Wren had stormed off to her parents’ house again in a fit of pique.
It seems he was overthinking things.
After all, they had shared a bed for four years. Adrian was unshakably convinced that Wren was deeply in love with him. Her scene at the Marshall Family’s house tonight was nothing more than a ploy to get him to come home earlier.
If she insisted on quitting and not coming to the office, she would hardly see him during the day. All she would have left was the evening. So she had used such an extreme method today to get his attention and make him value her.
"It’s not too late to change your mind. I’m saving the chief secretary position for you."
Wren was fast asleep, oblivious to everything.
Adrian shed his exhaustion, took a quick shower, and lay down beside his wife. He pulled her into his arms, and she remained perfectly still and docile.
Drowsiness washed over him. Adrian whispered in Wren’s ear, "Maya Marshall was right. If you hadn’t suddenly appeared four years ago, we wouldn’t have broken up."
He slowly closed his eyes, his voice growing softer. "If Grandma hadn’t insisted I marry you, the title of Mrs. Lancaster would never have been yours. You might be young and pretty, but women like you are a dime a dozen. So, Wren Sutton, you should be content. Otherwise, I might just discard you one day."
...
The sky began to pale with the light of dawn.
A light rain pattered against the window, and the fresh scent of damp earth filled the air.
Wren suddenly woke up, slowly opening her eyes. She stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, then sat up and stretched. Her hand accidentally brushed against the cool sheets beside her, and a small, hard object.
Wren glanced over and saw it was a man’s black cufflink. Other than Adrian, there were no other men’s belongings in the house. Her heart skipped a beat.
How did his cufflink end up on the bed? Could he have come back last night? And slept in this bed?
"Impossible." Wren immediately shook her head in denial.
She had caused a huge scene at the Marshall Family’s house last night, finally venting years of pent-up resentment. Maya Marshall had ended up in tears, so Adrian must have stayed the night at their place to comfort his sweetheart.
Although she also felt wronged and needed comforting, Wren never expected that person to be Adrian.
Because that bastard doesn’t have it in him. Who knows when he might have dropped this cufflink? In any case, it couldn’t have been last night.
Wren casually tossed the cufflink onto the nightstand, dismissed the matter, and got up to wash.
...
Downstairs.
The housekeeper had prepared a lavish breakfast and was about to go upstairs to call for Wren when she looked up and saw the lady of the house descending the stairs. "Ma’am, it’s time for breakfast." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
"Mm."
Wren walked gracefully into the dining room.
The stunningly vibrant roses on the dining table caught her eye. Even after a whole night, dewdrops still glistened on their petals, and their fragrance filled the air.
Wren remembered what the housekeeper had said last night.
These were gifts from Adrian Lancaster. And besides the flowers, there was also an exquisite and beautiful jewelry box.
She walked over and gently opened the box.
Inside was a dazzling, luxurious, heart-shaped blue diamond necklace. It looked a bit like the Heart of the Ocean from the movie Titanic, only slightly larger, set in platinum and sparkling brilliantly.
Wren admitted the necklace was beautiful. She genuinely liked it, but she wasn’t happy.
First, he hurts you until you’re black and blue, then he doles out some so-called gift. It’s the old ’slap-then-soothe’ trick—all empty gestures, no sincerity whatsoever.
Wren closed her eyes, snapped the jewelry box shut with a click, and pushed it aside, refusing to spare it another glance.
The housekeeper happened to see this.
The housekeeper, a kind-faced woman, smiled amiably as she set out the meal. "Ma’am, that’s the necklace Mr. Lancaster brought back from an auction yesterday. It seems he spent quite a lot on it. And these roses... they’re all a token of his affection."
Wren remained unmoved. She sat down to eat, her expression indifferent. Of course, she knew the necklace wasn’t cheap.
But so what? Other than proving Adrian Lancaster is rich, what else does it prove?’
"Ma’am, Mr. Lancaster didn’t even eat dinner last night before he went to get you."
"If he didn’t eat, it means he wasn’t hungry."
"Ma’am, actually, Mr. Lancaster..."
Wren didn’t want to hear another word about Adrian Lancaster. Suppressing her temper, she cut the housekeeper off. "I’m allergic to pollen. Take those flowers out and throw them away."
The housekeeper did as she was told, carrying the roses away dubiously.
Mrs. Lancaster is allergic to pollen, so why would Mr. Lancaster send her flowers? It doesn’t make sense.
...
After finishing her meal, Wren went upstairs, rested on the bed for a while, and then began to pack her things at a leisurely pace, sorting and boxing them up.
She thought she didn’t have much, but the more she packed, the more stuff there seemed to be. Even after deciding what to keep and what to toss, there was still a lot left, especially clothes.
She should’ve bought less in the past. So many of these still have the tags on.
Wren glanced around the walk-in closet. Her belongings occupied most of the cabinets, leaving little space for Adrian. The thought that this space would one day be filled with Maya Marshall’s things left a sour taste in Wren’s mouth.
Who wouldn’t feel dejected when their territory is being invaded by any random stray? It’s infuriating. Why should she have to make room for the mistress? She hasn’t done anything wrong.
If she refused to divorce him, Maya Marshall could never become Mrs. Lancaster. No matter how much Adrian Lancaster loved her, their relationship would always have to be kept in the shadows. Any child they had would be scorned by society, forever unable to shake the label of an illegitimate child.
Wren leaned back in her chair, lost in thought.
The idea of not divorcing him flashed through her mind.
She could hold onto my position as Mrs. Lancaster, leaving Maya Marshall without any official status, frantic like an ant on a hot pan...’
That would be pretty satisfying, actually.
But—
Then Wren had another thought.
Given how much Adrian Lancaster dotes on Maya Marshall, he would never let his beloved woman suffer. If she refused to step aside then, and pushed Adrian Lancaster too far, what if he decided to kill her..?
Forget it. Saving her life is more important. She has to get this divorce. She can’t waver again.
Wren’s mind cleared. Suddenly motivated, she sped up her packing. She stopped sorting and deciding. She would take everything, not leaving a single item behind, and move it out in batches.
Just as she was busy in the thick of it, the housekeeper knocked and entered the master bedroom, stopping at the entrance to the walk-in closet.
"Ma’am, a lady named Isla Griffith is here to see you. She says she’s your best friend."
Wren’s eyes lit up. She put down the clothes in her hands and stood up to head out. "That’s right, she’s my best friend. Where is she?"
"I’m right here." Isla’s tone was playful as she walked in gracefully, wearing a stunning pair of red-soled high heels. She held up the cake box in her hand, which contained Wren’s favorite tiramisu.
Wren happily took the cake and gave her best friend a hug. She then asked the housekeeper to brew a pot of herbal tea and bring it up with a platter of cut fruit.
Isla found a random place to sit, glanced around, and frowned. "What are you doing? There’s stuff everywhere; it’s a total mess. Anyone who didn’t know better would think you’ve been robbed. Your housekeeper sure is slacking off."
"Can’t you tell what I’m doing?" Wren said as she opened the cake box.
Isla shook her head. "Nope."
"We have zero chemistry. I’m packing up. Moving out."
Isla had a moment of realization and slapped her forehead. "Oh, look at this brain of mine. Getting so senile at my age. What am I going to do in a few decades?"
The two best friends looked at each other, smiled, and started eating the cake while they chatted. When she heard that Wren had quit her job, Isla clapped her hands in approval. "By the way, did that scumbag Adrian sign both documents?"
Wren nodded. "He signed them."
"I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he realizes what’s happening. Once the cooling-off period is over, you’ll get your divorce certificate without a hitch."
The words had barely left her lips when the door was pushed open from the outside, and Adrian’s tall, imposing figure filled the doorway.
"What are you talking about? Who’s getting a divorce?"
