Divorced

Aveline paused for a moment, her grip on the phone tightening slightly as she responded in a dry voice, “I don’t think I ever said he loved me.”

Sasha seemed to sigh on the other end. “Aveline, we’ve lost.”

Aveline closed her eyes briefly before saying, “I’m sorry, Miss Winter, for dragging you into this. If you’ve suffered any losses because of me, please don’t hesitate to let me know.”

Sasha let out a bitter laugh. “No, there’s no loss. I chose to work with you willingly, so I’ll bear whatever consequences come.”

Aveline fell silent for a moment. Neither of them had expected things to turn out this way.

She could never have imagined that Lucas would step in to help Sophia.

Why?

That question had been nagging at her all along.

Why would he help Sophia?

Right now, Aveline felt an overwhelming urge to confront Lucas, to ask him what he really meant by all of this.

Sasha’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Aveline, I need to take care of things on my end. Let’s stay in touch if there are any further developments.”

“Alright.”

After hanging up, Aveline remained in a daze.

For some reason, Sasha’s words kept echoing in her mind.

Did Lucas really love you?

Had he ever truly loved her?

She began to think back over the past year, recalling every little detail. One thing she was sure of- before Lucas regained his memory, he had loved her.

Everything changed after he got his memory back.

So now, she couldn’t be certain if he loved her at all.

He probably didn’t.

If he really loved her, how could he do things that hurt her so deeply?

Aveline let out a bitter laugh, suddenly standing up and walking to the fridge. She opened it, took out a bottle of cold water, twisted off the cap, and drank it in large gulps.

At that moment, she felt a wave of clarity.

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What had she been thinking?

After everything that had happened, how could she still be wondering if Lucas loved her?

How utterly ridiculous!

A faint chill appeared in Aveline’s eyes as she held the water bottle and returned to the sofa, sitting down again.

Now that things had come to this, she realized she had no power to change anything. All she could do was take it one step at a time.

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Aveline opened the door and stepped out of her room, heading to the elevator. She pressed the button for the lower floor and quietly waited.

After descending one floor, the elevator doors opened. Aveline glanced up instinctively, and her expression immediately froze.

She took a step back, her demeanor turning icy cold in an instant.

“Miss Young, what a coincidence,” Desmond greeted awkwardly, glancing nervously at the man

beside him.

Lucas, dressed in a black suit, exuded a faint chill. His face was still somewhat pale, but his expression revealed nothing else.

His eyes swept over Aveline’s face. After stepping into the elevator, he turned his back to her, standing silently.

The elevator’s cramped space felt oppressive, the cold tension seeping into every corner.

When they reached the first floor, the elevator doors opened. Aveline glanced at the two men in front of her, then reached out to push Desmond aside and walked out without a word.

“Goodbye, Miss Young!” Desmond stumbled slightly before awkwardly calling out.

Aveline ignored him, maintaining her cold demeanor.

Throughout the entire encounter, she didn’t spare Lucas even a single glance, treating him as if he were invisible.

Lucas frowned, his expression growing even colder..