After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Lucas completely ignored Selena's protests, pacing around the living room, and searching every corner. Not finding anyone, he headed straight for the bedroom.

"Hey, stop!" Selena rushed over, arms outstretched to block his way. "What do you think you're doing?"

His bloodshot eyes fixed on her, cold and intense. "Move."

The icy chill and overwhelming pressure radiating from him made Selena falter momentarily, but she stood her ground. "No. Why are you barging in like this?" Frustration boiled over in Lucas.

If Selena was trying this hard to stop him, then Aveline must be here. Why was she keeping him away? Didn't she understand how desperately he'd been searching for Aveline, how close to madness he'd been? Lucas had little patience left. Just as he was about to push Selena aside, the bedroom door creaked open.

Aveline stood there, dressed in soft sleepwear, one hand resting on the doorframe, the other hanging loosely at her side. She looked fragile, ethereal, but her face was pale, and her eyes showed none of the warmth he once knew.

Lucas' gaze locked onto her, scanning her face, taking in every detail as if afraid to miss a single moment. His throat tightened, and in a hoarse whisper, he said, "Aveline... you've lost weight."

Aveline's grip on the door handle tightened slightly.

Her voice was soft but distant as she replied, "I'm tired. Could you please leave?"

had been so desperate to find her, and now

voice tight with emotion.

reluctance, he turned to leave, glancing back at her with

annoyed sound and turned to

exhausted. I'm going to sleep. You don't have to stay with me. I'll be fine

with you. I won't be able to sleep if I leave you alone." Aveline

to come. The image of Lucas-disheveled, his eyes bloodshot and filled with

looked so frantic, as if

with another woman? If he was

What was the point?

...

in his car, still battling the

furious. "Take me to

way, he called Desmond. "Check the security footage at Meet Bar.

drugs. from his system. He sat in a chair his jacket thrown carelessly beside him shirt slightly wrinkled. With his eyes closed, he leaned back,