"When will you divorce her?"

In the private room, the girl gazed at the man before her with deep affection.

Aveline stood outside the private room with cold hands and feet. Like the girl inside, she stared at the man's handsome, sharp face, as her complexion gradually turned pale.

That was her husband, Lucas Tudor.

He was mute, working as a server in this club. Today, she got off work early to go home with him but didn't expect to stumble upon this scene.

The man who usually wore a server's uniform was now in a tailored suit, his short hair meticulously styled. His expression was noble and cold, with an air of elegance and aloofness she had never seen before.

His thin lips parted, his voice low and pleasant. "I'll bring it up to her soon."

She shut her eyes abruptly and turned to leave.

He could speak.

His voice was actually so pleasant.

However, she never expected that the first words she would hear him say were about divorce.

Aveline was in a daze, thinking she must have mistaken someone else for him.

How could that noble and cold man be Lucas?

How could Lucas be divorcing her?

She exited the club, and it started raining outside. She quickly got soaked. She took out her phone and, on an impulse, dialed his number.

She walked to the window of the private room and looked inside through the hazy rain.

She saw him pick up his phone, his stern brows furrowing, and he hung up the call expressionlessly before starting to type.

Soon, she received a message from Lucas, “Ave, did you forget I can't talk? Why did you call me?”

Aveline looked at the message, her heart aching as if pierced by a knife!

Why did he lie to her?

When did he recover?

When did he meet that girl?

When did he decide to divorce her?

With countless questions in her heart, she wanted to rush in and confront him, but she was afraid of seeing his cold expression.

She couldn't bear it.

A year ago, she took in Lucas, who was a mute man with amnesia. He could only remember how to write his name and had forgotten everything else.

She taught him everything from the beginning, helping him learn to read, use sign language, and even leading him to fall in love with her.

Later, they got married.

There was a saying that it’d take 21 days to form a habit. After spending a year with him, she had truly grown accustomed to his presence and his warm smiles.

So, she believed all this must be a lie, and he wouldn't divorce her.

Returning home in the rain, Aveline took a hot shower, prepared Lucas's favorite dishes, and sat quietly at the dining table waiting.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the door opened. He walked in, bringing in a chill.

Aveline saw that he had changed back into his server uniform.

Her heart inexplicably ached.

For a moment, she couldn't tell if what she saw during the day was an illusion.

"Ave, what's wrong?" Lucas walked over, seeing her pale face and dazed expression, and anxiously asked in sign language.

His handsome face was filled with concern, and his eyes showed worry.

However, in Aveline's mind, all she could see was his indifferent look as he typed on his phone, then turned to chat and laugh with another woman.

It was a bit ironic.

"Lucas, I can smell another woman's perfume on you," Aveline said, avoiding his touch.

Lucas's expression froze, and he signed. “I was assigned to help in a private room today. Maybe I got some of the client's perfume on me. I'll go shower now.”

He got up and went to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled the room.

The way he nervously explained didn't seem like a lie at all.

Aveline stood up and walked into the bathroom, hugging him despite getting wet. She tightly closed her eyes. "Lucas, I went to find you today."

The man's movements stiffened. After a moment, he sighed. "You know everything."

Earlier, when she heard his voice, it was mixed with music, making it hard to hear clearly. But now, his deep, magnetic voice came from right above her, so clear that it struck her heart, leaving her breathless with pain.

He could speak.

However, he hadn't told her about it immediately.

In fact, he wanted to divorce her.

All of it was true.

Why?

Why did he want a divorce?

Aveline wanted to ask, but she held back.

Why should he get to divorce her just because he wanted to?

Over the past year, she had done nothing to wrong him. Even if he wanted a divorce, he owed her an explanation!

Aveline's heart felt cold, but she craved the warmth of his body, hugging him even tighter.

"Yes, I heard you talking to someone, but I didn't catch what you said. Lucas, your voice is so nice."

She kissed his back.

"Lu."

It was what she called him only in their most intimate moments.

Whenever he heard it, he would respond with even more passion.

But tonight, Lucas pushed her away.

"I'm tired."

Aveline's face went pale as she looked at his straight back, suddenly feeling a surge of anger.

"But I want to, Lucas. You're my husband; you should fulfill your duties as a husband!"

Why was he tired?

Had he already been with that other woman?

She had to find out!

Lucas seemed surprised by her sudden assertiveness. Her soft hands started to roam over him, and soon his breathing grew heavier.

His body was honest; he had never been able to resist her touch.

A dark glint flashed in his eyes as he turned and grabbed her chin, kissing her deeply.

Aveline instinctively closed her eyes, her lashes trembling. Aside from the initial scent of perfume on his clothes, there was no other scent on his body.

Her tense body relaxed, and the temperature in the bathroom quickly rose.

His hot body enveloped hers, and as he kissed her shoulder, his voice was a bit husky. "Ave, we..."

"I'm tired. I’m going to sleep now!" Aveline interrupted him, running to their bedroom and turning off the light.

What was he going to say? Divorce? She wouldn't agree!

She had invested a year and had fallen in love with him. Why should he get to divorce her just because he could talk now?

He couldn't be that heartless!

In the darkness, Lucas looked at Aveline's blurry profile. He sighed quietly as he held her and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day.

When Aveline woke up, Lucas had already gone out. Panic immediately set in, and she hurriedly got out of bed to search for him.

Their home was a small two-bedroom apartment she had worked hard for years to buy. After marrying him, it had become a warm and cozy place.

She had imagined a bright future together. He was so talented, learning everything quickly. She had once said he would make a lot of money and buy them a bigger house. He had earnestly nodded and agreed back then.

He hadn’t gotten her the bigger house yet; he couldn't leave!

Frantically searching the apartment, Aveline's face grew paler. Just then, the door opened, and Lucas walked in carrying breakfast.

Seeing him, Aveline immediately rushed over and hugged him tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

Startled, Lucas asked, "What's wrong?"

Aveline looked up, gazing into his dark eyes. "We'll always be together, right?"

Lucas remained silent.

Aveline looked at him. "Say something."

Lucas responded, "Let's eat first."

He gently pushed her away and walked to the dining table, placing the breakfast on it.

Aveline's heart sank deeper into despair as she stared at his back, pain evident in her eyes.

She had stopped him from saying the word "divorce," but his attitude was clear. He was distancing himself from her, not even offering a false promise.

He never used to be like this!

In the beginning, he just followed her everywhere, clinging to her. Later, when she decided to take him in, she taught him to read and learn sign language. His gaze on her became more focused.

No matter what she did, his eyes were always on her, as if she were his whole world.

"Lucas, you didn't give me my good morning kiss."

Aveline walked over and said, reminding him of the promise they made after they got together.

Lucas pushed the milk toward her. "Let's eat first. I have something to tell you later."

Aveline clenched her fists. "If I don't eat, will you not say it?"

Lucas's dark eyes fixed on her. "You heard everything."

He was referring to what he said in the private room yesterday.

Aveline closed her eyes and asked, "Why?"

No matter how much she tried to hold back, everything was out in the open now. She couldn't deceive herself anymore.

Lucas replied, "She's important. I have to take responsibility for her."

"What about me?" Aveline looked at him with a bitter smile. "What does our year together mean?"

As if she realized something, she walked up to him. "You got your memory back, didn't you? You remember who you are, right?"

"Yes." Lucas nodded. "Ave, I'm very grateful for the year you spent with me. I'll repay you. Whatever you want, just ask, and I'll make sure you get it."

"I don't want a divorce," Aveline said, looking at him, enunciating each word.

Lucas's expression grew cold and distant, his handsome features losing their warmth. "We must divorce."

At that moment, an unapproachable, icy aura surrounded him—something Aveline had never seen before.

Her nails dug into her palms as she met his gaze. "I won't divorce you!"

Compensation? How could he compensate for a year's worth of love and effort?

Lucas's brow furrowed with apparent impatience. "Aveline, if we continue like this, neither of us will be happy."

Aveline sat down and began eating breakfast without saying another word. She was determined not to divorce him.

Lucas watched her with a complex expression. The memories of the past year lingered in his mind, unwanted but persistent whenever he saw her, making him feel uneasy.

He stood up and said coldly, "I'll have someone send over the divorce papers later. You can name your terms."

Then he left immediately.

"Bang!"

Aveline kicked over a nearby chair, her eyes brimming with tears as she bit her lip in anger.

Jerk! He was such a jerk!

Aveline struggled to control her emotions, taking several deep breaths, her resolve hardening.

Sure enough, the divorce papers arrived soon after. She had just finished breakfast and was heading to work when a man in a suit showed up at her door, handing over the documents.

Aveline didn't even look at them. She took the papers and tore them to pieces.

"Divorce is out of the question!"

Without paying attention to the man's reaction, she went straight to work.