A Divorce Make Me Rich

That night.

Lyra Carroll tossed and turned on the pillow and could hardly sleep.

She felt like she was pinned underneath something and was almost out of breath.

Strangely enough, she even seemed to hear some heavy and rapid breathing so close to her.

Immediately after, a sharp and stabbing pain came straight from somewhere between her legs.

An idea suddenly crossed her mind and Lyra opened her eyes in horror. She vaguely saw a shadow propping up above her. It was a man!

“Melvin, is that … you?”

The man replied lightly with a “hmm”. His breath smelt just like alcohol and after carrying rounds of attack, this man made no sound.

When she heard the familiar voice, Lyra sighed with relief. Following the moves of the man, she also began to enjoy the pleasant tingly sensation. Involuntarily, she let out delicate and contented grunts.

The attack became more and more fierce. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain and indulged in the unparalleled ambiguous passion.

After three years of marriage, Melvin Freeman was finally willing to touch her!

Because she was chosen by the old Mr. Freeman, Melvin had never even looked at her properly over the past three years.

Tonight, he finally came into her room.

Whatever his reason, she was indeed very happy!

It was two hours later when Melvin was finally exhausted and lay on top of her with a heavy and muffled moan. The moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window sketched the contours of his perfect body.

Lyra listened to his extremely fast heartbeat. It was so real, yet it still felt like a dream.

If it was really a dream, she would rather never wake up.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, almost obsessively, with a post-exercise panting, “Melvin … Melvin, I really …”

She hadn’t finished the two words “love you”, and was interrupted by the man’s low voice, “Lottie …”Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Lyra was petrified.

Her heart throbbed fiercely.

Lottie was actually Charlotte Matthews, the first love of Melvin. Because of the old Mr. Freeman, Charlotte had been abroad over the years.

But she came back yesterday!

And she even sent her some very provocative text messages.

“Lyra, I’m back, and there will be no place for you in the Freeman family from now on!”

“I and Melvin grew up together. Do you really think you can take my place? Get back to your orphanage now. That’s where you belong.”

“You don’t know how much Melvin loves me. He’ll definitely call my name even when he’s sleeping right next to you. In the end, you are at best nothing but my substitute. Poor Lyra, it must have been so terrible for you, right?”

A substitute?

No, she was never some ridiculous substitute. She was Lyra, the rightful Mrs. Freeman hand-picked by the old Mr. Freeman.

However, Lyra could still hear Melvin’s murmuring, “Lottie, Lottie …”

The sarcastic text messages from Charlotte kept echoing in her head, as if they were telling her not to lie to herself again

Tears suddenly gushed out uncontrollably of her eyes. Lyra clenched her fists, and tried to stop herself from shivering.

Over the past years, she had tried so hard to be a good wife. She had been so careful just to make him and his family happy, and she even quit her job just for him.

But still, just because she was an orphan, her extremely snobbish mother- and sister-in-law would never stop humiliating her and making things difficult for her. Nevertheless, she did not want to cause Melvin any troubles, so she had to endure this all by herself.

Wasn’t she humble enough to get his love?

Why did he even have to so viciously trample on her last bit of self-respect!?

That night was extraordinarily long.

And Lyra had hardly ever closed her eyes.

…

The next morning.

Melvin was awakened by the blinding sunlight from outside the window.

He rubbed his eyebrows. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Lyra sitting at the dressing table with her back to him.

The crazy memories of last night suddenly flashed back in his mind. He realized something and closed his eyes tightly with a silent yet apparent impatience.

Lyra, although her back was turned to him, could clearly feel the hostility of the man.

However, she just blankly continued her skincare routine as if nothing had happened, when her wrist was suddenly clutched fiercely and she was yanked up from her seat.

The bottle in her hand fell to the ground, and was smashed into pieces. The cream inside was spilled all over the floor.

Lyra looked up and glared at him, but her heart still throbbed uncontrollably when she saw the rage and disgust in the eyes of the man.

“You think you can be a real Mrs. Freeman with just some nasty drugs? You think you can be something just because I touched you?”

She looked at the towering man who was gritting his teeth and staring at her. He did not loosen his grip on her wrist, but instead held her harder.

His handsome face was unusually appalling because of his tyrannical look.

Drugs?

Lyra said with a wry smile, “In your eyes, am I that kind of woman?”

The corners of his mouth were turned upwards into a sneer. In his eyes, there was strong and obvious disgust, “You definitely have used some means to fool my grandfather as well at that time so that I would have to marry you. So why are you acting innocent now?”

“You’re cheap and mean by nature. You aren’t even worthy of licking her boots!”

Cheap and mean? Acting innocent?

It turned out that she was so bad in his heart.

As for drugging, if she really wanted to do it, she would have done it early. Why did she wait until now?

It was ridiculous and the effort she made over the past three years was nothing but total bullshit!

In this case, there was no need for her to insist.

Lyra endured the pain on her wrist, gritted her teeth, and fiercely shook off his hand.

And then she looked up and said in a firm tone.

“Melvin, let’s get a divorce.”