<h4>Chapter 253: Chapter 253: Spit! The Scum Dog is Still Acting</h4>


    Chloe spoke until her voice caught in her throat.


    Her ten fingers tightly clenched those high-definition photos, her heart filled with self-me and torment.


    Tears fell drop by drop, streaming uncontrobly.


    It was all her fault, all because of her!


    If only she hadn’t provoked Alexander on their wedding night, none of this would have escted to where it is today.


    Even if she’d been drunk, even if she’d been unable to resist, it was still unquestionably her mistake.


    She had absolutely no grounds to defend herself or justify her actions.


    Especially each time, lying beneath Alexander, the uncontroble, overwhelming impulse surged through her.


    It felt like a knife, stabbing her heart over and over.


    She was so filthy!


    Truly filthy!


    Why was it, when lying beneath Alexander, she became so wild?


    Though all of it could be attributed to the effects of Flibanserin, Chloe had no idea, from beginning to end.


    She med everything solely on herself.


    "Alright, it’s gettingte. Get some rest, I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight."


    Lucas feigned helplessness and heartbreak, nodding slightly, though inwardly he was already celebrating.


    Once in the guest room, Lucasy on the bed after freshening up, feeling exhrated and wide awake.


    Just thinking about how soon he and Chloe would divorce sent him into a frenzied excitement.


    His issue "down there" had mostly healed, and he felt like he’d been injected with adrenaline.


    After all, he’d abstained for so many years.


    He desperately missed the feeling of conquest and indulgence with women.


    Back in his prime, before the injury, he was a notorious yboy.


    Although he didn’t look as good as Alexander, he was undeniably attractive, with a solid education, a respectable job, and a wave of women who’d throw themselves at him with just a crook of his finger.


    Back then, he took an interest in Chloe because she was striking in appearance, and he’d never encountered someone quite like her, sparking his curiosity.


    Little did he expect that the carefully staged drama of a hero saving the damsel would result in an injury to his pelvic area.


    All these years, he hadn’t been able to mess around with women!


    Damn it!


    Just thinking about it made him boil with anger!


    Because of that little vixen Chloe, he got injured, and to this day hadn’t been able to get his way with her—it truly enraged him.


    But it didn’t matter; once Alexander lost interest in herpletely and abandoned her...


    He could have his way with her however he wanted!


    Besides, men like Alexander were never short of women!


    Chloe might be attractive, but she was no devastating beauty—there were countless women out there prettier and better proportioned than her.


    Before long, the Young Master from the Johnson Family might toss her aside without a second thought.


    No, with such an uproar over this pregnancy mix-up, and with the Johnson Family involved, it’s likely she’d be discarded sooner rather thanter.


    With this realization, Lucas’s anger began to dissipate.


    Although his "issue downstairs" had indeed restricted him for many years, he’d squeezed a lot of money out of Chloe in the meantime.


    Money he’d struggle to earn even half of over a lifetime, given his current status and position at Ansun.


    Lucas smirked triumphantly, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.


    Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Chloe was still grappling with anguish, guilt, and pain.


    She sat on the bed, curled tightly into herself, clutching her body as tears fell endlessly, sobbing aloud.


    Despite having long prepared herself mentally for divorcing Lucas, reaching this moment was still unbearable beyond words.


    That night, Chloe hardly slept a wink.


    The next day, when she went to the Civil Affairs Bureau with Lucas to finalize their divorce, her swollen, red eyes betrayed her emotional state.


    As expected, Lucas didn’t feel an ounce ofpassion. Yet, plotting further with Chloe still in mind, he acted his part.


    "Chloe, I’m sorry. I truly can’t keep going anymore. These past days have been so agonizing, so torturous for me. But don’t worry—even if we’re divorced, you can alwayse to me if you need anything."


    "As for your mother, I understand her heart condition. I’ll keep it from her and y along with the charade. When you think it’s the right time, then you can tell her yourself."


    Lucas gently touched Chloe’s head, maintaining the facade of the deeply devoted partner.


    "Thank you, Lucas."


    Chloe, moved to tears, collected the divorce certificate and hugged Lucas tightly, apologizing.


    "Silly girl, no need to apologize. It was all an ident, a twist of fate. Take care of yourself moving forward."


    Lucas responded with a tender smile, but as soon as he turned away, his expression shifted immediately.


    At nine thirty, Chloe and Lucas finalized their divorce. By ten o’clock, Alexander received the news.


    "Eldest Young Master, Miss Simpson and that scumbag Lucas Hughes have divorced. They just got their certificate."


    Upon hearing this over the phone, Alexander couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at his lips: "Understood."


    But as he hung up the phone, he felt an intense gaze behind him.


    Turning around, Alexander saw Soren Johnson, the Old Sir of the Johnson Family, staring intently.


    "Alexander, from this moment on, you’ll remain at the old estate. Without my orders, you’re not allowed to go anywhere!"