Chapter 274 She Slept With a Thug

As Lydia mentioned the kidnapping from three years ago, Dalton’s expression turned ice cold.

His voice was equally cold. “Lydia, that kidnapping—wasn’t it something you orchestrated yourself?”

Lydia hurriedly denied it, “Absolutely not! Dalton, did Meryl say something to you? Don’t believe her. Of course she would claim she’s innocent! Have you forgotten? You confronted Rocky, and he admitted that he and Meryl slept together!”

The mention of Rocky made Dalton suddenly fall silent.

Seeing Dalton’s hesitation, Lydia quickly sidled up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Dalton, I know you still care about me. We’ve been through so much to finally be together. You’re only angry because I deceived you. I swear, I’ll never lie to you again. Please, give me another chance.”

Dalton rubbed his temples, looking exhausted. “Lydia, just sign the papers. It’s for the best, for both of us.”

Lydia didn’t sign. Instead, she picked up the agreement and tore it into pieces.

Dalton didn’t argue with her. He just looked at her coldly. “Lydia, this is the second time I’m asking for a divorce. By now, you must have moved past the initial shock and started to accept it. I’ll give you a few more days to process this.”

“Dalton, please don’t leave me… Have I not been good to you? As your wife, I’ve done nothing wrong by you and respected our elders, always humbling myself before your mother. What more do I have to do to satisfy you?”

Dalton gently shook his head. “I’m not one to drag things out. Let’s leave it at this. In a couple of days, I’ll have the lawyer draft a new agreement.”

That very night, Dalton left the Aniston Villa.

Lydia cried in her room for half the night, unable to sleep at all.

The next morning, before dawn had even broken, Charlotte sent someone to knock on her door, reminding her that in a prestigious family, there was no habit of sleeping in on Christmas week.

Lydia was utterly drained, moving like a soulless shell.

Seeing her like this, Charlotte berated her once more, “Lydia, it’s Christmas, and you’re walking around with that sour face? What’s that for?”

It seemed that Charlotte was still unaware that Dalton was planning to divorce her.

Lydia felt a slight sense of relief, forcing herself to stay composed while dealing with the elders.

It wasn’t until almost noon, around twelve o’clock, that Meryl and Chandler finally showed up.

The two of them looked radiant, clearly having had a restful night, full of energy.

Although everyone had some silent criticism about Meryl’s tardiness, not a single person dared to voice it.

Comparing herself to Meryl’s carefree demeanor, Lydia felt even more wrong.

After lunch, they prepared to leave.

Before they left, Chandler asked Meryl to wait in the car while he went to the restroom.

Lydia finally saw her chance. She fixed her gaze on Chandler with an intensity, like a predator eyeing its prey.

As soon as Chandler came out of the restroom, Lydia quickly approached him. “Chandler.”

Chandler didn’t even glance at her, merely responding with a faint “Mm.”

He stepped past Lydia, ready to leave, but to his surprise, Lydia spoke up again, “Did you know that Meryl has slept with another man?”

Chandler’s steps halted, and his brow instantly furrowed.

A smirk tugged at Lydia’s lips. She knew that men cared about such things, especially when that woman was their wife.

“You haven’t known Meryl for long, so you probably don’t realize what kind of person she is,” she continued. “Three years ago, she slept with a thug just to frame me.”