All Chapters of I Want A Divorce, Mr Lyon!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32Two months passed, and the house that once felt like a cold battleground now echoed with laughter and quiet moments of tenderness. Lyon and Kathryn’s love, began to blossom like a garden finally given the care it needed. Kathryn had noticed the little things first, the way Lyon waited for her before meals, the way he held her hand longer than necessary when they were out, and how his eyes softened every time he looked at her. She started to see sides of him she didn’t know existed: the man who stayed up with her when she couldn’t sleep, who listened to her stories about childhood, and who teased her just enough to make her laugh without crossing the line. For Lyon, the change was undeniable. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he fell for Kathryn all over again, or perhaps for the first time, but every day, he felt his walls crumble a little more. Her smile became the highlight of his mornings; her voice, the melody that soothed his evenings. She wasn’t just his wif

Chapter 34Gling! Gling!Kathryn's phone rang, she motioned towards the dinning table where she had left the phone after eating that morning.Unknown number!“Unknown number?” She muttered trying to be sure she saw right. She hasn't been called by unknown contacts before, she grew suspicious but on a second thought, she waved it off.It ranged the second time, since she wasn't able to pick the first time. She picked and placed it on her ear, waiting for the caller to speak first.“Hey, Katy…” the voice came from the other end, “I know you might not remember me…” “Hi, please who's this?” Kathryn asked, an etch of concern written all over her face.“Some, you'd love to meet…” The voice chuckled, leaving Kathryn more confused than ever. She lifted the phone from her ear and placed it back, trying to ascertain who the person was.“See, I don't have time for all of this, if you don't want to tell me who you are, then get the fuck out!” Kathryn roared and ended the call.Kathryn’s phone bu

Chapter 36Kathryn stood by the bar in the parlor, her fingers tapping against the cool surface of the countertop. She wasn’t sure if the rhythm of her foot against the floor was to calm her nerves or if it was just an automatic response to the chaos swirling in her head. Lyon is a murderer!Wendy's voice echoed in her mind, cruel and mocking, mixed with that infuriating laugh that made Kathryn want to scream. Her heart felt like it was sinking into her stomach, a pit forming as the weight of the accusation pressed down on her chest. The room around her seemed to blur, her vision narrowing to the thoughts racing in her head. No. This can’t be true. Lyon wouldn’t, he can’t be…Her phone buzzed, cutting through the whirlwind of her thoughts. The screen lit up, and for a moment, Kathryn just stared at it, frozen. She already knew who it was. The unknown number. The one that had been tormenting her.Her fingers moved slowly, almost unwillingly, to unlock the phone. The message from the u

Chapter 38“Kathryn, I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, rushing toward her. “Are you alright? Where have you been?” His concern was evident, but the soft smile on his lips faded the moment he saw her face. She stood there, just a few steps inside the room, holding a file tightly in her hand. Her eyes were cold, distant, and devoid of the warmth he wasn't used to. There was an air about her, one that made Lyon’s heart sink. “Kathryn?” he called softly, taking a hesitant step toward her.Without a word, she walked further in, closing the gap between them. When she was just a few feet away, she stopped abruptly, her hand trembling slightly as she tossed the file at him. It hit his chest and fell to the floor with a soft thud. “I’m done,” she said, her voice steady but low, as though she was forcing herself to say the words aloud. “We’re getting a divorce.”Lyon froze, the words hanging heavily in the air. For a moment, he thought he’d misheard her. “Divorce?” he repeated, his v

Chapter 40Kathryn dragged her suitcase slowly across the tiled floor of the parlor, her steps heavy with hesitation, but her face set with determination.The soft screech of the bag's wheels seemed to echo louder than usual, filling the thick silence between her and Lyon, who sat slouched on the couch, staring blankly at the glass in his hand. From the kitchen, Fiona emerged, wiping her hands on her apron. Her brow furrowed when she saw Kathryn near the door, her bags in tow. "Katy, what's going on?" Fiona asked, stepping closer and grabbing Kathryn's hand. Kathryn shook her head softly, glancing at Fiona. "Fiona, just... go back to what you were doing," she said, her voice low but firm. "I don’t understand," Fiona insisted, gripping Kathryn’s hand tighter. "What’s happening? Why are you leaving?" Kathryn sighed, pulling her hand free. "I’m going, Fiona. It’s... it’s over." Fiona glanced at Lyon, who hadn’t moved or spoken. His face was void of any emotion, his focus on th