The CEO Lost Me, the Doctor Won My Heart novel Chapter 3

Lucas refuses to believe that I'd actually go through with divorcing the CEO of Turner Group.

Just like he never believed I was really sick and bedridden in that hospital.

After I was discharged, I moved out of the Turner estate and rented a place near the orphanage.

My divorce attorney kept asking me if I was absolutely sure about my decision.

"Miss Antonia, the injuries on your hands could be used to argue that your husband neglected his duty of care."

"Under these circumstances, you could demand a larger share of the assets."

I turned down the suggestion.

I just wanted the divorce finalized as soon as possible.

Then, I threw myself into treatment, desperate to save my hands.

Without Lucas, I had to start putting myself first.

The day I visited the cemetery to pay my respects to the old director, I ran into Lucas.

He had a black armband on, his face solemn.

Lila had light makeup on, her sultry features carrying just the right touch of grief.

One of Lila's relatives had passed away—it was all over the news.

Yet no one batted an eye at the fact that Lucas, an outsider, was standing among her family members.

Meanwhile, I was there alone, bowing to honor the old director.

It was thanks to the old director pulling strings that I ever learned massage therapy in the first place.

During the six months Lucas moved out of the Turner estate, the old director worried about us so much that she sent me more than half of her modest pension.

For all his faults, Lucas knew how to be grateful.

He had always respected the old director.

After she retired, the orphanage's donations only increased.

"Even if it's not a misunderstanding, it's fine," she said smoothly.

"It's touching that you came to pay respects to my family, Antonia."

A wave of nausea rolled over me.

Lila was the kind of woman who was nearly impossible to fault—whether it was her background, looks, or talent.

Even as a scheming, manipulative flirt, she played at a level far beyond the rest.

She could've been a butterfly, but she chose to be a fly.

Lucky for her, she found herself a crack to slip into—Lucas.

I shot him a cold glance.

"Lucas, let go."

"I wouldn't want Miss Lila to get the wrong idea."