Chapter 395 Divorce

Lydia’s fingers tightened, her heart churning with mixed emotions.

But she didn’t confront Dalton, not this time. She knew better than anyone that their relationship was already on the rocks, and picking a fight over Meryl would only make things worse. He was probably still holding a grudge from the day she pushed him into the water. Now, she needed to fix things between them, not push him further away.

So when she caught the faint scent of Meryl’s perfume clinging to him, she forced herself to turn a blind eye.

Dalton barely spared her a glance before pulling out two sets of divorce papers and tossing them onto the table in front of her.

Then he sank into the sofa, his expression unreadable. His suit was crisp and tailored, his whole demeanor calm and controlled, but how he looked at her cut her like a knife.

When Lydia saw the divorce papers, her heart skipped a beat, her body trembling slightly. In his eyes, she wasn’t even worth the attention he’d give a stranger.

The pain of that realization hit her hard. How had it come to this?

She still loved him. She wouldn’t have been so determined to marry him if she didn’t. He also used to care about her.

But now, sitting in the same room with him right in front of her, it felt like they were miles apart. She could accept that Dalton didn’t love her anymore. She could even accept that he wanted a divorce. But what she couldn’t accept was the reason was Meryl.

That meant she had lost all these years of effort for nothing. At four months pregnant, her belly had started to show, especially with the weight she had gained recently.

Slowly, she walked over to him and stood in front of the sofa. His eyes drifted to her small bump, now hard to miss.

Lydia gently placed her hand on her belly, then reached for his, guiding it to rest there too.

“Dalton, can you feel that? This is your son, our son. If you divorce me, are you going to walk away from us? From your child?”

“He just kicked. Are you really going to leave us? Break up this family?”

A tear slipped down her cheek, falling onto his hand. Her tears, warm and full of heartache, would’ve been enough to sway any man, but Dalton wasn’t just any man.

His cold stare remained unshaken as if her plea meant nothing. He didn’t even bother to look at her again.

Without hesitation, he pulled his hand away, leaving Lydia frozen in disbelief. For a moment, she couldn’t believe he was really this heartless.

Dalton barely raised an eyebrow, locking eyes with her, his expression unwavering.

“Lydia, I’m offering you a billion. What more could you possibly want? Take it while you can, and stop with the theatrics. This act doesn’t work for me.”

His voice was cold and emotionless, cutting through the air like a blade.

Chapter 396 Calling for Backup

A billion in alimony was more than generous. He could’ve walked away without giving her a dime. After all, it was Lydia who had ruined everything. Their relationship had been a joke from the start, one she’d woven with her lies.

And when she pushed him into that lake, knowing full well he couldn’t swim, she’d destroyed whatever shred of affection he had left for her.

“You think I’ve forgotten about that?” Dalton leaned in close, gripping her chin with just enough force to make her wince. “Your tears don’t mean a damn thing to me. Do you really expect me to believe you now?”

His grip tightened, the pressure on her chin turning her skin red. The sharp pain made her gasp for air, her tears slipping uncontrollably down her face.

But Dalton didn’t let go. In fact, he squeezed even harder. “Lydia, do you know what happens to people who cross me? I’ve let you get away with far too much. You really think I’m someone you can lie with?”

Lydia stumbled backward, collapsing onto the bed. Cold sweat trickled down her spine as she stared at him.

Biting her lip, she tried to steady herself as she stood up, but her knees buckled again, sending her crashing to the floor.

“Dalton, I was wrong! That day… it wasn’t what you think. Please, let me explain.”

“An accident? You didn’t set up that whole scene with the aphrodisiac? You didn’t drag half of my family over to witness your little show? You wanted to ruin Meryl, paint yourself as the victim, and have everyone pity you, right?”

He shook his head with disdain. “You’re pathetic. An illegitimate child throwing tantrums and crocodile tears? It’s embarrassing.”

“Dalton, you’ve got it all wrong! That’s not what happened, I swear.”

Dalton was tired of the conversation and wasn’t interested in hearing any more of Lydia’s excuses.

He tapped the divorce papers on the table. “Sign the damn papers. Don’t make me force you.”

Lydia’s mind raced as she didn’t want to sign. There was no one in the house who could stop him. Charlotte wasn’t around, and Chandler had just come home.

Desperation flashed in her eyes. Raising her voice, she tried to draw attention.

“Dalton, I’m not signing! Your mother would never let you tear this family apart! She cares about this baby. Are you just going