Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss-Chapter 208: We Won’t Divorce

Finally managed to calm the two families down.

Dinner tonight was anything but pleasant.

Zeke Lowell and Autumn Lowell returned to the Lowell Family, while Sophia stayed behind.

She knew that if this matter wasn’t resolved, she wouldn’t be able to find peace.

"Shall we talk?" This was her second invitation to him today.

Zane Sterling really didn’t want to talk, because talking meant it was over. He’d rather kneel in the ancestral hall, endure a beating, than go upstairs to discuss any so-called matters with her.

He remained silent, his deep-set face fell slightly. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Grandpa Sterling angrily picked up the chopsticks on the table and threw them at his back.

"..." He let out a muffled groan, stumbling forward slightly.

Eugene Sterling glanced at Grandpa Sterling.

Old fox!

Luckily, it wasn’t a teacup that was thrown; otherwise, the wounds on his body would be hard to heal.

The two chopsticks hitting his back didn’t really bother him, but the scars seemed like they might start bleeding again.

He furrowed his brows; this muffled groan made Sophia notice something unusual.

Grandpa Sterling’s goal was achieved.

Sophia didn’t care about that, and turned to walk upstairs.

Eugene Sterling kicked Zane’s backside, "Still not moving? Want me to drag you up?"

Zane Sterling clenched his back teeth, slowly following behind her.

Back in the room, he gently closed the door, and the air was tense and suffocating.

Sophia sat on the sofa, her gaze fixed on Zane, who hesitated to walk over from the door.

She wanted to say something but swallowed her words, hugging a pillow tight in her hands.

Zane took a moment and then walked over to her.

He didn’t sit but knelt in front of her, resting his hands on his knees.

He lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong.

Sophia looked at the top of his head, the thick, coarse strands of hair with a faint scent of shampoo, everything felt so familiar yet so unfamiliar.

"Zane..."

Sophia called him softly, but there was a sadness in her voice that wasn’t obvious unless you listened closely.

"Sophia." Zane quickly interrupted, fearing she would say something.

He reached out, trembling as he held her cold and slender fingers.

Sophia didn’t refuse, allowing him to hold her, repeatedly reminding herself not to lose control, not to lose control...

She didn’t want to argue.

"Zane..."

"We won’t get divorced." Zane slightly raised his eyes to look at the woman he loved.

He really didn’t want to discuss whatever Sophia wanted to talk about.

"We won’t get divorced." He repeated the phrase again.

Sophia suddenly couldn’t hold it back, and tears welled up, flowing out of her eyes.

Tears slid down her cheeks, across her delicate skin, and dripped off her chin.

Tears fell on the back of the man’s hand, instantly cooling from scorching hot, the crystal-clear tears becoming solemn in silence.

She sobbed uncontrollably, unable to speak.

"Sophia, I’ll do anything you want, as long as we don’t divorce, I’ll do anything..." Zane knelt forward two steps, tightening his grip on her hands.

"Let’s not divorce, okay..."

He buried his head in her hands, a hot wave soaking her hands.

"Zane, listen to me..." Sophia slowly withdrew her hand.

He didn’t let go, holding on tightly.

"As long as we don’t divorce, I’ll listen to you." He caressed her hand, "Give me some time, I can prove I’m innocent, I didn’t touch her..."

"Let’s separate for a while first."

When she said this, it felt like a knife was stabbing her heart, and tears seemed worthless.

Some say that love is a healing potion that can disperse all illness.

Others say love is a cage, a cage that traps only oneself.

She didn’t want to be trapped.

She believed that it would be fine as long as they were together, that the rest didn’t matter, that living life was the same with anyone.

But over the last few days, she really couldn’t follow her original intention; she’d still feel sad, she’d still lose herself.

She couldn’t stop thinking about those things, even if it meant just living together; it seemed like she couldn’t accept it.

Perhaps before, she could; now, she couldn’t.

She used to love herself seventy percent of the time, but she gave all of that to this man, reaping nothing in return.

No, she did receive something, a child.

"Must it be this way?" Zane disagreed, "I don’t want you to go, Sophia, I’m begging you not to leave..."

His eyes were red; he hadn’t slept well for days, and the physical and mental stress seemed to be crushing him.

"It’s just too hard, I don’t even want to look at you right now," Sophia forcefully pulled her hand back.

Zane looked at his empty hand, helpless, his sobbing voice growing softer.

"As long as we don’t divorce, I’ll do whatever you want."

"I’m tired, you should go out now."

She didn’t reply.

Zane remained kneeling, not getting up.

"Leave." Sophia said coldly.

"Promise me you won’t divorce..."

Slap!

Sophia finally couldn’t hold back and slapped him across the face!

This slap was for his infidelity, and also for herself, realizing she had trusted the wrong person.

"You don’t have the right to bargain with me!"

Zane didn’t know why, but after he was slapped, he actually fell to the side, and a long and thin groan escaped with his tightly clenched hands.

He gathered his strength and resumed kneeling upright.

Sophia gave a cold laugh, thinking he was acting.

She got up to leave.

Zane, without raising his head, reached out and held onto her wrist.

He knew that once he let go, this woman would truly leave.

"Let go!" Sophia struggled.

Zane, enduring the intense pain, didn’t let go.

The inner pain was no less than the twisting pain in his knee at that moment.

"Can’t we not divorce..." he humbly pleaded again, his heart on the verge of shattering.

Sophia turned her head and glanced at the man, her eyes landing on the damp spot on the back of his black shirt.

It was a hot day, but the indoor temperature shouldn’t have made him sweat; it was indeed unusual.

She didn’t pay much attention and said coldly, "Tomorrow, I’ll move out first. Whether or not we divorce, we’ll talk about it then."

She shook off his hand.

Zane was completely devoid of her warmth in his grasp.

He knelt there, unable to calm down for a long time, until the door to the room slammed shut, and his heart shattered along with the sound.

Not knowing how much time passed, he leaned on the sofa to stand up clumsily. Even sitting on the sofa, he could feel the pain pulling at his knees and back.

These were nothing; Sophia must be in more pain than him.

She buried herself in the covers, crying silently, soaking one patch of the pillow after another.

How could Zane do such a thing?

She didn’t believe it, but after seeing those photos and videos, she really couldn’t just accept it all at once; the only way to feel a bit better now was to stay away from him.

Outside, Zane looked at the closed door; he knew he couldn’t stay here any longer and couldn’t hold on.

He slowly got up, dragging his heavy body toward the door.

"Young Master." The butler spotted him bent over in the hallway, struggling to walk.

"..."

He couldn’t say anything, his chest felt heavy, making it hard for him to breathe.

Butler Langley hurried over to support him.

Once he had been supported, Zane collapsed.

He fainted on the spot.