All Chapters of Divorcing The Billionaire: His Regret And Devotion : Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

JuneI stood in front of the mirror, smoothing my dress down for what felt like the hundredth time, wondering if I looked the part of a supportive wife at a business event. Lucas had been vague about the guest list, but I knew how important tonight was for him, so I promised myself to try and blend in. It wasn’t often that I attended his work events; he never invited me. But tonight, I insisted. I felt like just a fool being used only at convience.The door behind me opened, and I caught his reflection in the mirror as he stepped inside, adjusting his tie with his usual smooth, detached demeanor. “You don’t have to force yourself to come tonight,” he said, his voice steady but cold. “This isn’t really your thing. It would be best if you stayed at home.”“I want to be there,” I replied softly, turning to face him. “I want to support you, Lucas.” those words coming from me sounded like i was pleading to stand behind him. Hasn't it been what I have been doing for the longest time. He bar

June “Lucas,” I began, my voice trembling despite my efforts to steady it. “We need to talk.”Lucas was at his desk, his back to me, focused intently on a stack of papers. My heart pounded, my anxiety threatening to overwhelm me. I had reached my breaking point, and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.His shoulders stiffened, but he didn’t turn around. Instead, he continued shuffling through the papers with deliberate movements, as if trying to avoid the confrontation. “June, I’m busy right now. Can this wait until later?”“No, it can’t,” I replied firmly, my voice gaining strength. “This can’t wait any longer. I’m tired of feeling like an afterthought in your life.”Finally, Lucas leaned forward in his chair, his dark curly hair catching the light as he met my gaze. His water-coloured eyes were cool, almost detached, and I felt a pang of frustration at his lack of visible concern. “What’s this about? I thought we resolved our issues.”“Resolved?” My frustration boiled over. “Is that