Chapter 273 Divorce
Dalton seemed to finally see her clearly, his eyes filled with disappointment.
Lydia shamelessly said, "Dirty? We're married. Isn't this kind of flirting something you’d enjoy, Dalton? Don't you want to try it?"
With that, Lydia boldly stood on her tiptoes. She kissed Dalton’s lips, throwing all her passion into the act, trying to melt him with her fervor. Although the candle had been broken, the room still lingered with its fragrance. She grabbed his shirt, kissed him, and began unbuttoning it. With a forceful push, Lydia pinned Dalton onto the bed, pressing her body against his.
But no matter how much Lydia tried to entice him, Dalton remained unresponsive. Lydia was speechless. She bit her lip, unwilling to accept the truth, as she looked at him. “Dalton, do you really feel nothing for me at all?”
After being dragged away by Cate, Dalton downed two more bottles of liquor, returning only when he was thoroughly drunk. Now, Dalton lay sprawled on the bed. His muscular body was exposed to the air, especially the tautness of his waist and abdomen, radiating a raw masculinity. Just a glance at him made Lydia feel a surge of desire. But despite her blatant seduction, Dalton remained indifferent, as if he was completely uninterested. Lydia was on the verge of tears from frustration.
“Yes, Lydia, I feel nothing for you. Let’s get a divorce,” Dalton coldly said.
Lydia remained silent.
“You won’t be shortchanged on any of the compensation you’re owed.” Dalton sat up and pulled a freshly printed divorce agreement from his coat pocket, tossing it in front of Lydia. “I’ve already signed it. You should sign it too, Lydia. Let’s part ways peacefully.” He slipped his shirt back on, exuding a composed and restrained demeanor.
Lydia took the agreement, her hands trembling as she opened it. Dalton had been generous–checks, properties, stocks, everything she could need for a comfortable life. With these, Lydia would never have to worry about her future. But with such an outstanding man in front of her, how could Lydia let go?
“I’m not getting a divorce! Dalton, I won’t sign it!” Lydia yelled.
Dalton sneered, “But we never registered our marriage. We only had a ceremony, and a ceremony holds no legal weight.”
His words struck Lydia like a bolt from the blue. Lydia froze, a chill running up her spine.
Dalton’s cold gaze swept across her face, devoid of any emotion. “If I truly hardened my heart, you would get nothing. Lydia, face the reality–when a man no longer loves you, that’s when he’s truly ruthless.”
Lydia stared at Dalton in disbelief, utterly stunned. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. “Why? Dalton, are you really going to divorce me? Do you have no feelings for me at all? Not love me? How could you possibly not love me?”
Dalton had already made up his mind. During this time, he had deliberately avoided Lydia, wanting to clear his thoughts. Now, he was more certain than ever.
He said softly, “Our relationship began with a lie you told, and now that the lie has been exposed, my feelings for you are gone as well.”
Lydia clenched her fists tightly, feeling her body start to tremble as her mind went blank. “I don’t believe it! Dalton, I don’t believe you don’t love me! Have you forgotten? I was kidnapped by those thugs, and you were the one who saved me, even getting hurt in the process! If that isn’t love, then what is?”