His unwanted wife, the world's coveted genius - Chapter 235

Chapter 235:

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But after the events earlier, she felt there was no point in hiding the truth anymore. “Grandma…” she began, her voice steady but tinged with resignation. “I lied to you before. Lucas and I… We agreed some time ago that after his father’s birthday this year, we would file for divorce.”

Kenia’s expression changed, a mix of sadness and understanding replacing her serious look.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and let out a sigh.

Belinda rushed to reassure her, “Don’t feel upset, Grandma.”

But Kenia shook her head, her voice filled with quiet sorrow. “It’s not that I feel upset, Belinda. I just feel bad for you. I know you’ve always had feelings for Lucas, no matter how much you try to act like you don’t.”

Belinda’s smile faltered, and for a moment, her composure slipped.

She lowered her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re right, Grandma. It hurts. But some things aren’t meant to be, no matter how much one wishes otherwise. I’ve held on for over six years, hoping something would change. But that never happened. Letting Lucas go… It’s the right thing to do, for both of us.”

Kenia studied her granddaughter carefully, searching for any trace of hesitation. “Are you sure about this, Belinda? This isn’t a decision to take lightly.”

Belinda lifted her head. “Yes. After his father’s birthday, we will get a divorce. Don’t worry about me, Grandma. I’ll find someone better—someone even more handsome, I promise.”

Kenia chuckled despite herself, shaking her head. “Looks aren’t what matter. What’s important is that you need to find someone who truly loves you and treats you well.”

“I know,” Belinda replied, her tone more assured now. “I’ll find someone who truly loves me.”

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Kenia looked at Belinda, feigning a stubborn pout. “If Lucas wants a divorce, that’s his loss. Let him regret it for the rest of his life! He’ll realize what a fool he’s been soon enough!”

Belinda laughed lightly at her grandmother’s defiant tone, nodding in agreement. “Yes, he’ll regret it. Definitely.”

Kenia sighed, though her face softened.

She reached for Belinda’s hand, squeezing it gently.

She did not say anything more.

After dinner at Vera Villas and a peaceful evening walk with Kenia through the nearby park, Belinda finally left and drove back to the Clark family estate.

The house was quiet when she entered.

When she walked in, Lucas was already there.

He sat at his desk, his attention seemingly on a stack of documents, but the moment he heard her footsteps, his head snapped up.

Their eyes met briefly.

The air between them felt heavy, thick with unspoken tension.

Neither of them said a word.

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