Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 4

Lucas' face turned ice-cold in an instant. "Chloe, are you threatening me?"

He never believed that Chloe truly wanted a divorce. He knew her situation all too well.-

Going back to the Meadows family wasn’t an option for her. Besides, she loved him so much that she had even tried to kill herself because of him.

They hadn’t contacted each other for three years, and she never mentioned divorce. Now that he was back, she was talking about it.

There was only one reason: Linda was pregnant, and it had shaken her to the core. She was using this to push him into breaking up with Linda.

"I'm not threatening you. I've just had a change of heart. I married you thinking you would come around, and after you left, holding onto the title of Mrs. Moncada was more about competing with Linda.

"But now, it seems pointless. Linda's pregnant, and the kid is innocent. I don't want to hold onto being your wife and keep you three from being together."

In the past, Chloe was driven by youthful fury, fueled by the double betrayal of her boyfriend and best friend. She was holding onto a grudge.

Marrying Lucas was not only because of the her family’s troubles but also to ensure Lucas and Linda didn’t have an easy ride.

shifted Chloe's perspective, and

want to waste her life in this sham of a

he looked at Chloe through the rearview mirror.

saying that? If it was so easy to move

of this, Chloe’s eyes darkened slightly. Her suicide attempt wasn’t entirely because of

flicked her hair. Her fingers casually ran through her soft waves. She slightly

lazy demeanor. "If you don’t

bringing up divorce somehow made him inexplicably

but it seemed he had overestimated her. She was just using this to test and pressure him, and Lucas' disdain for her

"Chloe, you’re really disgusting."

was the second time Chloe

was when they returned from summer camp, and Lucas

five seconds before rushing over and

off Linda, became furious, and broke

Chloe screamed, "You wanna break up? Over my dead body. I would rather

then, Lucas