Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 29: The Divorce Papers Have Been Signed

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: The Divorce Papers Have Been Signed

Adrian Lancaster didn’t answer right away. "Give me a few minutes. I’ll call you back."

He hung up and looked at Wren Sutton with an intriguing expression.

"You heard all that."

Wren Sutton scoffed inwardly. ’Asking the obvious.’

"You had it on speakerphone. Of course I heard it."

But she didn’t care at all. In fact, she hoped Adrian Lancaster would leave immediately and not come back all night.

Adrian Lancaster’s eyes darkened. "Do you think I should go?"

Wren Sutton found it laughable.

His expression seemed to say that if she just said no, he wouldn’t go.

’Hah, as if.’

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t tried to make him stay before. And what was the result? He still abandoned her to go be with Maya Marshall, without a single exception.

"It’s your business. I don’t have the right to decide."

"I’m giving you the right to decide now," Adrian Lancaster blurted out.

"..." Wren Sutton didn’t feel happy at all. Instead, she found it bizarre.

In the past, whenever a call came from Maya Marshall, Adrian Lancaster acted as if he wished he had wings to fly to his sweetheart’s side immediately.

’Today, not only is he not in a hurry, but he’s also spouting nonsense. Is he out of his mind? Did he take the wrong medicine?’

’When something’s this out of character, it’s bound to be trouble.’

Wren Sutton raised her guard. "It’s your affair. You decide. I’m not getting involved."

Adrian Lancaster’s expression soured. Clenching his jaw, he made one last attempt to probe her. "It seems you want me to go."

BOOM. A flash of lightning tore across the night sky.

Wren Sutton was getting annoyed.

’If she asked him to stay, would he really not go?’

’She already knew the answer, so why go to the unnecessary trouble of asking her?’

She didn’t want to be a pathetic clown anymore.

"I told you I’m not getting involved in matters between you and Maya Marshall. If you want to go, then go. If you don’t, then don’t. Why are you asking me? I’m not your brain."

"I’m trying to let you save face, but you’re forcing me to spell it out. You’re just afraid that if you go out tonight, you won’t have a good explanation when Grandma asks tomorrow. That’s why you’re making a show of giving me the right to decide, when in reality, you just want me to take the blame for this whole thing."

Adrian Lancaster’s gaze turned cold in an instant. "So that’s what you think."

Wren Sutton was exhausted, body and soul. "What else? What am I supposed to think?"

Adrian Lancaster’s heart sank. Suppressing his anger, he rolled out of bed and quickly changed his clothes.

Before leaving, he saw that Wren Sutton had already turned her back to him and switched off the bedside lamp. She had no intention of asking him to stay.

He was utterly disappointed. With an angry SLAM of the door, he was gone.

Wren Sutton opened her eyes, which were dim and lifeless.

’She knew he would leave.’

What were lightning, thunder, and a torrential downpour? At a single word from Maya Marshall, Adrian Lancaster wouldn’t hesitate, even if it meant walking through a mountain of knives or a sea of fire.

Wren Sutton gave a self-deprecating laugh.

’She would never receive that kind of treatment from Adrian Lancaster in this lifetime.’

’The promises he made to the matriarch at the dinner table were just an act, meant only to appease the old woman.’

Wren Sutton’s eyes suddenly stung with tears. She habitually curled into a ball, hugging herself.

She was already used to nights like this.

’Time could wash away everything, whether it was sorrow or love.’

’Even if no one loved her, she had to love herself.’

Wren Sutton closed her eyes, cleared her mind of all the troubling thoughts, and pulled the covers tight to sleep.

She slept soundly all night.

...

The rain poured all night, only stopping as the sky began to brighten at dawn.

The leaves were washed bright and clean. The air was fresh, its dampness carrying the fragrance of the earth.

The servants were busy sweeping the courtyard and trimming the plants and flower branches.

The matriarch was an early riser. The air was especially good on mornings after it rained, and the old woman, dressed in a casual Tang suit, was practicing Tai Chi in the courtyard.

Half an hour later, a servant helped the matriarch back into the house.

She had just stepped inside and hadn’t even sat down when Adrian Lancaster drove up.

"Ma’am, it’s the young master," the servant said.

Just as the matriarch was wondering, Adrian Lancaster pushed the door open and came in.

He had timed his return, thinking the matriarch wouldn’t be up yet, but he’d run right into her.

"Grandma, you’re up so early today."

"Not as early as you."

"..."

The matriarch seemed to have guessed something. "Let me ask you, when did you leave?"

There were security cameras at the main gate, so Adrian Lancaster told the truth. "Last night."

The matriarch’s temper flared the moment she heard that.

’Just as she’d suspected.’

"You were out all night. What were you doing?"

Adrian Lancaster remained surprisingly calm in the face of the crisis. "Something came up unexpectedly."

"What could possibly require you to go out in the middle of the night? And stay out all night, at that. If you don’t give me a clear explanation or you lie to me, don’t you dare call me your grandmother ever again," the matriarch said, her voice booming with authority.

Adrian Lancaster took a few steps forward. "Grandma, please don’t be angry. Your health is more important. Let me explain."

The matriarch sat down on the sofa, her expression grave. "Speak. Tell me everything, from beginning to end."

Adrian Lancaster disdained to lie. He remained standing and said, "Maya Marshall was alone at the hospital, and she was scared of the thunder. I went to keep her company."

Upon hearing this, the matriarch flew into a rage and pointed a finger at him.

"Adrian Lancaster, you’re still seeing that girl from the Marshall family!"

"Because she was scared of thunder, you abandoned Wren to go be with her? Is this the promise you made me yesterday, that you would no longer let your wife be wronged?"

Adrian Lancaster was fuming inwardly as well. "I only went because she agreed to let me go."

The matriarch was exasperated with him. "Those were just angry words from a woman! You actually took them seriously?"

Adrian Lancaster’s face was taut as he remained silent.

’He knew perfectly well whether they were angry words or not.’

’If Wren Sutton had just said a few soft words to make him stay last night, he might have actually stayed.’

"You are a married man. Going out to keep another woman company in the middle of the night is called cheating on your wife."

Adrian Lancaster refused to admit it. "I just went to keep her company. I didn’t do anything else."

"That’s still not acceptable."

The grandmother and grandson refused to back down, and the atmosphere grew heavy.

The nearby servants kept their heads down, not daring to make a sound or move a muscle.

After a moment, Adrian Lancaster broke the silence. "Grandma, to this day, I still don’t understand why you were so vehemently opposed to me marrying Maya Marshall back then. You basically watched her grow up, you know her inside and out, and the Marshall family is hardly insignificant."

The matriarch closed her eyes and exhaled, sidestepping the main issue. "Her personality isn’t suited for marriage to you."

Adrian Lancaster was unconvinced, defending Maya Marshall. "Wren Sutton’s personality isn’t that great either."

’Especially lately. She’s always making him angry and upsetting him. He gives her an out, and she refuses to take it. Who does she think she is!’

The matriarch slammed her fist on the table in anger. "Wren is the most suitable for you! Don’t be so ungrateful!"

Adrian Lancaster turned his back, his eyes veiled with frost.

"Don’t worry. She will always be Mrs. Lancaster. I won’t divorce her."

Wren Sutton, who had just reached the turn in the staircase, happened to hear this sentence. Her steps faltered, and she hid behind the wall.

"If you’re not getting a divorce, then live your life properly and cut off all contact with that Marshall girl for good."

Adrian Lancaster’s expression didn’t change. "Grandma, you can decide who I marry, but you can’t decide who I love."

"I have things to do at the office, so I won’t be joining you for breakfast today."

After speaking, he left without a backward glance.

The matriarch was so furious she beat her chest and stomped her feet, nearly fainting.

Wren Sutton pressed herself against the wall, her heart aching as if squeezed by a large, invisible hand.

’That bastard Adrian Lancaster. He doesn’t love her, but he won’t divorce her either. He wants to trap her in the cage of marriage for a lifetime. He’s worse than a demon.’

’But, thankfully, the divorce papers were already signed. Once the cooling-off period was over, this marriage was destined to end whether he liked it or not.’

...

After breakfast, Wren Sutton accompanied the matriarch on a walk in the courtyard, chatting. Neither of them mentioned Adrian Lancaster.

Around ten in the morning, Mrs. Sutton called, asking Wren Sutton to come home for lunch.

Before she left, the matriarch placed the supplements and tea she had prepared into Wren Sutton’s car.

"Take these to your parents."

Wren Sutton didn’t refuse the matriarch’s kind gesture and accepted them graciously.

"Thank you, Grandma."

On the drive to her parents’ house, while waiting at a red light, Wren Sutton received a text from her bank.

She opened it and took a look.

"..."

Adrian Lancaster had canceled her black card.