His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 571:

She averted her gaze, not answering his question.

Lucas moved closer, his hands gently resting on her shoulders. “I know how much I hurt you before. You endured so much because of me, and for that, I am truly sorry.

I was blind to my own feelings in the past. If I had realized sooner that I loved you, I would never have allowed you to suffer.”

Belinda pulled away, her voice steady yet firm. “It’s too late for you to say that now.”

She looked up at him, her eyes cold and resolute. “When I needed you, you treated me terribly, trampling on my feelings.

You were oblivious to my pain, always focused on Verena.

When you felt like it, you’d play with my emotions, leading me on.

I would cling to the smallest sign of affection from you.”

“A casual remark from you could completely affect my emotions. Did watching me struggle amuse you?”

Her tone was light, but her words carried the heavy burden of her pain, cutting deeply into Lucas.

It felt as if his heart were being pierced by knives.

Lucas’s complexion grew pale as the impact of her words settled.

At that moment, Lucas truly understood the depth of the pain he had caused Belinda.

Lucas opened his mouth to speak, but Belinda cut him off.

“Now that I’ve moved on, divorced you, and found peace, you come to tell me you have feelings for me? How ironic… Just because you’ve finally realized your feelings for me doesn’t mean I should drop everything to be with you. Am I supposed to come and go at your command?”

As she spoke, Belinda’s eyes welled up with tears, and her voice shook slightly.noveldrama

Lucas stepped forward, eager to explain everything.

“I never meant to treat you so poorly. Belinda, I—”

“It doesn’t matter anymore!” Belinda interjected, stepping back.

She inhaled sharply, her voice thick with emotion. “Lucas, please, just let me go. I’m begging you.”

Without waiting for his response, she turned, walked briskly to her car, and drove away.

Lucas was left standing there, watching her leave. The anguish he felt now was tearing him apart, making it difficult to breathe.

Somehow, he managed to get home.

When Lucas arrived home, Harold was lounging in the living room, watching TV.

“You’re back? Did you take care of what I asked?” Harold inquired upon seeing Lucas.

Lucas approached him, his expression darkened by fury, and asked, “Why did you do it?”

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