No Remarriage: You Don't Deserve Me (Lenora and Zachary)

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"It's me."

"You've been drinking..."

"Yeah, I had a few drinks with friends."

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Furrowing her brows, Lenora turned over and couldn't sleep well.

The bed next to her sank as a large hand landed on her waist, moving down along the graceful curve.

"Mm, not tonight..." Lenora said with her eyes closed. Despite being half-asleep, she subconsciously stopped him as she was afraid of harming her child.

The large hand paused, resting on her back. "Sleep."

Lenora was truly exhausted, so she soon fell asleep.

In the morning, Lenora woke up to a cold bed, with only slightly wrinkled sheets as evidence that someone had been there last night.

She was somewhat annoyed.

Why did I fall asleep last night? It's fine. I can tell him today.

After getting ready, Lenora went to the closet and picked out a white suit for Zachary. As her pregnancy was a joyful occasion, she chose a red striped tie and left it at the foot of the bed.

Zachary had already returned from his morning run and was sitting on the couch in casual home clothes. Looking at Lenora descending the stairs, he put down the documents in his hand and said, "Let's eat."

After breakfast, Lenora took a deep breath. A hint of joy and expectation appeared on her face. "Zack, there's something I need to tell you."

If he finds out we are going to have a child, he should be happy, right?

"I also have something to tell you," Zachary said calmly.

"Then you can go first," Lenora said, her sweet smile tinged with a hint of shyness.

"Lenora, let's get a divorce." Standing up, Zachary picked up the document from the couch and gave it to her. "Take a look at the divorce agreement. If there's any problem, let me know. I'll do my best to satisfy your conditions." Lenora's heart stopped beating for a moment as she looked at Zachary in astonishment.

Her brain blanked for a while, and she thought she had misheard him.

After a long while, she finally found her voice. In a dazed manner, she repeated, "Divorce?"

Is he going to divorce me? We're doing fine. Why does he want a divorce suddenly?

It caught her off guard.

"That night, we were both manipulated into a marriage we didn't choose. Our marriage was never made public. Given these circumstances, it's better to end it sooner rather than later," Zachary said calmly as if discussing a mundane daily matter. Lenora's face turned pale, feeling a chill around her.

It felt as if a giant hand was ruthlessly clutching her heart, leaving her gasping for air.

He was wrong, for she had loved him for nine years.

She came to the Fuller family at the age of sixteen and achieved success at the age of twenty-five.

She fell in love with him, and now they were married for three years. He had always been present in her youthful years.

She wasn't forced into marrying him. She was willing.

However, he had no choice but to marry her.

Gulping hard, she took a deep breath and stared at him, striving to keep her voice steady. "We got along well for the past three years, right? Have you really made up your mind? Do you really want to... divorce me?" It felt painful to mention the word. "I've made up my mind."

"What about Grandma and Grandpa?"

"I will explain everything to them."

"What if..." I'm pregnant?

He seemed somewhat impatient, cutting her off. "Susanna is back in the country."

Lenora's breath halted. His words pierced into her heart like a knife, causing her to bleed profusely.

She took the divorce agreement awkwardly, her voice stiff as she said, "Okay, I'll take a look."

The fact that they were manipulated and forced to marry was not the point.

The crucial point was his last sentence.

Susanna Carston had returned to the country.