All Chapters of I Want A Divorce, Mr Lyon!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22Trisha drove into the compound with a speed that made the security guard at the gate wave nervously. She barely noticed him, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as her mind raced. The moment her car came to a halt, she jumped out, slamming the door shut without care. She was on a mission. As she approached the house, she spotted Fiona standing outside, wringing her hands anxiously. Fiona’s eyes widened as she saw Trisha coming, her face a mixture of relief and worry. “Fiona,” Trisha called out, her voice firm but laced with urgency. “What’s going on? Did something happen to Kathryn?” Fiona hesitated, her hands clasped together. “I don’t know exactly,” she admitted, her voice soft. “She hasn’t come out of her room since last night. I’ve tried talking to her, but she won’t open the door. She’s been crying. I could hear her sobbing all night…” Hearing this, Trisha didn’t wait another second. She took off toward the front door, pushing it open with determinati

Chapter 24The morning sun was soft, casting a glow over the Alberto mansion’s garden. Fiona was crouched low, her hands carefully trimming the overgrown edges of the flowerbed. The vibrant flowers swayed gently in the breeze as she worked, humming softly to herself. Her focus was sharp, making sure not to cut off the wrong stems. Just then, Martins strolled out from the side of the house, his usual easygoing stride carrying him toward her. He noticed how absorbed she was in her task and smirked slightly. “Still at it, Fiona?” he called out. She glanced up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and narrowed her eyes. “These flowers won’t trim themselves,” she replied politely, but there was a teasing edge to her tone. He chuckled, stepping closer. “Is Lyon still inside?” “Yes,” Fiona said, her voice lowering slightly. She looked at the house briefly, then back to her work. Martins nodded and started for the door, his hand reaching for the handle. But just as he was about

Chapter 26His laughter wasn't one of joy, but of triumph, like he had orchestrated the whole thing for his own amusement. Lyon’s heart skipped a beat as the words echoed in the air, and everything seemed to stop for a moment. "Du…what?" Martins muttered under his breath, his eyes darting to Lyon. They both watched in disbelief as the man continued to laugh, his body shaking with the force of it. It was as if the entire world had been fooled, like they had walked right into a trap that they couldn’t even see. The blood-stained man raised a hand, still laughing as if the joke was the punchline of some twisted comedy show. “You thought you could save the day, huh?” he jeered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well, guess what? You’ve just been played.”Lyon’s breath hitched. He felt the weight of the man’s words like a punch to the gut. It was as if the whole scene, the angry crowd, the stolen goods, the chaos, had been a set-up, an act to manipulate him into making the wrong decision

Chapter 28Lyon stepped out of the house, his movements sharp, but there was a tension in the way his shoulders held. His suit was crisp, his tie slightly undone, but he didn’t care. He adjusted his cufflinks once, twice, as though trying to focus his restless energy. Martins was already outside, leaning casually against the car door, scrolling through his phone. He looked up as Lyon approached, immediately straightening and slipping the phone into his pocket. "Sir," Martins greeted, opening the car door for him. Lyon didn’t waste time. “We’re going to Kathryn’s house,” he said, his voice calm but with an edge that left no room for discussion. Martins paused for a split second, his brows pulling together slightly in silent question, but he quickly nodded. He walked around to the driver’s side, pulling open the door. Just as Lyon was about to step into the car, Fiona came hurrying out from the kitchen door, wiping her hands on her apron.Lyon's suit was sharp, perfectly tailo

Chapter 30Kathryn’s father took Lyon's hand,, shaking firmly, his grip lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable,” he remarked, glancing at the spread on the table before returning his attention to Lyon. “I guess you’re here for your wife?” he continued, his tone light but laced with something that wasn’t entirely welcoming. Kathryn's mom stared angrily at him for welcoming Lyon so well, knowing fully well, what he had done.The dining table was finally clear, and the clatter of plates being stacked and taken to the kitchen echoed faintly through the room. Lyon sat upright in his chair, his gaze shifting from the cleared table to Kathryn’s mother, who was meticulously wiping her hands with a towel. He hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts, then spoke. “Thank you for the meal, ma’am,” he said, his tone respectful but slightly uneasy. “It was delicious.” Kathryn’s mother didn’t respond. She didn’t even look at him. Instead,