Chapter 8

Lucas also saw my news from his friends, he came faster than I had imagined.

A few minutes later, he was already standing at the door, his face looking terribly grim.

"Emmy, come back with me."

"Is that how you should address her? This is my wife, you should call her Mrs. Lu."

Ethan blocked him at the door.

Only then did Lucas truly look at Ethan.

"So you took advantage when we were arguing? Shouldn't I be the one demanding an explanation from you?"

"Explain what? We're already legally married, she's my lawful wife."

Lucas laughed coldly, his gaze meeting mine from afar.

"Emma, you've really grown bolder? You dare to go out and get married behind my back? Come back now, and I'll pretend nothing happened."

He reached out a hand in my direction.

Every time before, as long as he reached out, I would grasp his hand without hesitation.

But this time, I didn't move.

"Lucas, we've already broken up, we're strangers now, with no relationship whatsoever."

"Emma, we were together for eight years, you want to sever all ties with just one word? Do you have no heart?"

Lucas's eyes were bloodshot, Ethan momentarily let his guard down and was pushed aside.

My hand was grabbed by him, my wrist feeling like it might snap from his grip.

"Go get a divorce from him right now, didn't you want to get married to me? After the divorce, we'll get married immediately, and you'll be the rightful Mrs. Shen from now on."

With my free hand, I slapped Lucas hard across the face.

It took Lucas a while to react to what I had done.

"Lucas, are you sick? Late-coming passion is cheaper than a dog, haven't you heard that saying? You gave Olivia the title of Mrs. Shen as you wished, what more do you have to make a fuss about, isn't it better if we both let go?"

Ethan stepped forward, shielding me in his arms.

"Lucas, if you dare to come and make trouble again, I'll sue you for harassment. You don't think I lack the ability to protect my own wife, do you?"

I was still a bit shaken.

This was a scene I had never imagined before.

I thought when I left, Lucas would feel relieved, after all, he had now married his dream girl as he wished.

Now putting on this act of deep affection, who was he trying to fool?

"Ethan, aren't you disgusted by the secondhand goods I've slept with for eight years? Does it still fit comfortably?"

The hand held by Ethan suddenly went stiff and cold.

Cold sweat seeped out of my palm, layer by layer.

Perhaps seeing my face turn pale, Lucas laughed: "See, such a realistic thing, you two couldn't have not thought about it, right?

"Emma, come home with me. No one else will want you except me."

"Lucas."

Ethan suddenly let go of my hand.

"Before, I only thought you were a fickle playboy, not a good person, but not entirely despicable.

"But now I realize."

Ethan stepped forward, grabbing Lucas's collar and slamming him against the wall.

"You're not only despicable but also scum."

With that, Ethan threw the first punch, hitting Lucas squarely.

"And a useless piece of trash. I'm not like you, I like Emma for who she is."

"But Emma is no longer pure."

Ethan didn't let him finish, landing another hard punch on his face.

In the end, the scene became chaotic, but fortunately, Ethan won.

"This is the first and last time. Next time, we'll settle this in the business world."

I closed the door, leaving Lucas outside.

Ethan held his face, leaning on my shoulder, "It hurts, wife, blow on it for me."

"You know it hurts, why did you fight?"

"If I didn't stop him, what if he took you away?" Ethan looked at me seriously.

I stood on tiptoes, kissing his cheek, and looked at him earnestly: "We're legally married."

Before he could reply, his kiss had already fallen.