Chapter 4

I stared at the clauses in utter disbelief.

According to the agreement, the divorce was entirely my fault. The house, our savings, and every single asset were to go to her, and I was barred from ever contacting her or causing trouble.

My hands shook violently. Blood rushed to my eyes as I stared at her, unable to believe this was the woman I had poured my heart and soul into pampering.

"Sign it right now. I never want to see your face again."

Chloe turned her head away coldly.

"What are you stalling for? Let me help you."

Tyler impatiently seized my wrist, forcing my fingers to sign my name.

No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't break free.

It was all because I had worn my body down to the bone over the years, running myself ragged to pay off Chloe's reckless debts.

Looking down at my crooked signature, I swung a furious punch straight at Tyler's face.

Unexpectedly, Chloe snapped instantly.

"Lucas, have you lost your damn mind?! You brought this on yourself! Why are you hitting him?!"

Enraged, Tyler shoved Chloe aside and delivered a vicious punch to my gut.

I stumbled and slammed against the corner of the table. A piercing, agonizing pain shot through my lower back, drenching me in cold sweat and leaving me unable to stand.

Tyler walked over, sneering down at me.

"Let me tell you something: she's been sleeping with me for a long time. The night before your wedding, she went through three boxes of condoms with me. We tried every position imaginable—it was wild!"

"I was the one who told her to start that company and buy this house. I wanted you busting your ass out there so I could screw your wife right inside the house you bought for her!"

"Even tonight, doing it in the car was my idea. She does whatever I tell her. I wanted you to catch us so you'd divorce her, and I could have her all to myself. How does it feel, loser?"

My entire world shattered in deafening rage.

Staring into his arrogant, contemptuous eyes, I let out a guttural roar and lunged at him, ready to kill him with my bare hands.

"You sick bastard!"

"Lucas, what more do you want?!"

Chloe suddenly shoved me away with all her strength, screaming hysterically.

I looked at her and saw tears streaming down her furious face.

Choking back my rage, I pleaded through gritted teeth, "He's playing you! Getting us to divorce is his whole scheme! Are you completely stupid?!"

Chloe froze for a split second.

I thought reason had finally reached her, but the next second, she grabbed a kettle of freshly boiled water and hurled it straight at me! I instinctively brought my arm up to block it, scorching heat searing through my skin in agony.

"Are you insane?!"

"You're the one playing me, Lucas! You're pure trash!"

Chloe threw the metal kettle right at my head.

"Chloe, don't waste your breath on him."

Tyler grabbed me and dragged me down the stairs. My body slammed painfully against every single step.

"Hit me again, why don't you?!"

"You pathetic loser! I screwed your wife, and there's nothing you can do about it!"

He grabbed my hair and smashed my head repeatedly against the car hood. Dizziness washed over me, black spots swimming across my vision as I neared unconsciousness.

Suddenly, blinding headlights cut through the darkness as a fleet of Rolls-Royces pulled up, surrounding us one after another.