"Divorce? Don't even think about it." Bryan shoved my best friend out the door and locked it behind him.
Then he kissed me, violent and relentless.
I bit down hard, tasting blood before he finally let go.
His gaze darkened. "Playing hard to get now, are we?"
He let out a cold laugh. "Fine. You've been dying for me to acknowledge you, haven't you? Well, let's go."
He made a quick call to one of his buddies, then yanked the IV from my arm and carried me out, ignoring my struggles.
Peggy's ringtone chimed over and over, but he didn't even glance at his phone. He was too busy keeping me pinned down in the car.
Inside a private dining room, his friends were already gathered.
With a stony face, he ordered, "Guys, meet my wife."
The group exchanged bewildered glances before forcing out a few half-hearted greetings.
Eight years of marriage, endless fights, and only now did he finally introduce me to them.
But I couldn't bring myself to care anymore.
I shook my head. "No need for that. We're getting a divorce soon."
His face turned to ice.
The tension in the room thickened. Seizing the chance, I excused myself to the restroom, stepping out for some air.
That's when I overheard someone ask him, "For real, Bryan? This is actually your wife? Why'd you keep it a secret?"
"And what's the deal with Peggy? Your new girl or what?"
Bryan's voice was indifferent. "Lydia is my wife, yeah. But if she hadn't chased after me so desperately, I wouldn't have married her. As for Peggy, she's just my assistant."
I couldn't say whether he loved her or not.
But he definitely didn't love me.
Otherwise, how could he reduce my years of devotion to something so worthless?
Good thing I'd stopped caring.
I pushed the door open. The room fell silent.
Faces stiffened. His friends looked awkward and uneasy.
Even Bryan looked momentarily thrown off, though he quickly masked it with irritation when he saw my calm expression.
Just as he was about to speak, that ringtone cut through the air again.
Peggy's voice, trembling with tears, rang out. "Bryan, where are you? They're about to give me the injection. I'm so scared…"
The hardness in his expression melted instantly. His voice turned gentle. "I'm on my way."
I let out a quiet breath, thinking he was finally done with me.
But before I could take a step, he seized my wrist in a vice grip.
"Lydia, whether you like it or not, you're mine. Alive or dead, you belong to me. I'm never agreeing to a divorce. And don't even think about running. From now on, wherever I go, you go."
I almost yelled at him.
Instead, I slapped him hard across the face.
"Bryan, are you out of your mind? You're running off to your little lover, and you expect me to tag along?"
