After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Aveline's body immediately tensed, her gaze wary as she looked at Lucas.

His eyes were intense as he stared at her, his voice low. "Aveline, do you really not care anymore?"

She couldn't help but find it absurd. "Lucas, what are you doing?"

He took her hand and placed it against his chest, his handsome face tinged with confusion. "Why do your words hurt me so much? Especially here-it's like there's this deep pain."

Aveline's fingers twitched as she pulled her hand away forcefully. "Lucas, there's no need to tell me this. I don't care..."

"No," Lucas interrupted, his voice firm. "You do care. You used to love me, you..."

"You said it yourself I used to love you." Aveline's voice was steady, her gaze devoid of any warmth.

There was a time when just looking at his face would make her heart flutter, when she'd feel the urge to reach out and touch him, to kiss him. But somewhere along the way, those feelings had vanished. Now, all she felt was cold detachment.

The love was gone.

The care had disappeared.

he no longer

truly didn't love him

something that could just

line, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed. His eyes darkened, a storm of

harsh? But Aveline, I don't want to divorce you," he admitted,

what was in his heart. He had never expressed these feelings before, but now he understood that

after a moment, she softly responded, "Let's divorce. There's nothing left

"I refuse."

colder as if the old, domineering Lucas had returned "Aveline, I won't agree to a divorce. As

was a glimpse of something dark and obsessive,

into this. If

it pained him

can keep us apart.

won't let them off." His

as he

eyes.