CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1381

Chapter 1381

But why had Lydia returned to her cold, distant self, shutting him out completely after that morning?

"Hit me, yell at me, makekneel on nails outside your door if that's what it takes. I'll take it without a word.

Just please, Lydia, don't ignore me," Quincy pleaded, desperation clear in his voice.

He had never lowered himself like this for anyone. Even the toughest clients hadn't driven him to this point. But

for Lydia, he was willing to lose everything except her.

Lydia wanted to walk away without looking back, but his voice stopped her, making her eyes sting as her feet felt

glued to the ground. She shook her head, unable to turn and face him. She knew that if she did, she might never

find the strength to leave. "Quincy, we're over. Even if we have to meet again, it shouldn't be here," she said, her

voice steady but final.

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Their last meeting should be at the courthouse, signing divorce papers. Then they would part ways for good.

"We may be over, but we can start again. | know there's still something left between us," Quincy said, stubborn

and unyielding.

Lydia could call him shameless or persistent. He would take it all if it meant winning her back.

"What is there to go back to, Quincy? We've lost the baby, and after everything, I..." Lydia hesitated, the urge to

tell him the truth briefly overwhelming her.

She wanted to tell him that she had slept with Eugene, that it haunted her like a thorn she couldn't pull out. But

as she opened her mouth, doubt crept in.

Why explain everything now? They were already at the point of divorce. Besides, if Quincy found out, he would

probably despise her, see her as reckless and untrustworthy.

She despised herself enough for both of them. She felt trapped, wanting to cut ties with Quincy but fearing his

disdain for her.

"I know you went to the bar to drink. We both ended up there that night. | saw you..." Quincy began, his voice

soft.

"Stop. Please, don't say another word," Lydia interrupted, panic edging into her voice.

She didn't want to hear any more, terrified of what he might have seen, dreading a truth she might not be able

to handle.

"Lydia, do you really think so little of me?" Quincy felt as though he had swallowed something bitter.

That night meant everything to him. But to Lydia, it seemed like a

memory, she wanted erased. It was

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a moment she refused to

acknowledge, let alone relive

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Lydia said nothing, her face carefully blank. If only that night had truly been with Quincy. She'd imagined it over

and over, even though it was just a fantasy that could never ctrue.

Like a ghost, she drifted away, and Quincy's gaze followed her until she disappeared. He didn't know how long he

stood there, lost in thought, until an elderly lady returning to the building passed him by.

"Are you okay, young man? Did you have a fight with your girlfriend?" she asked kindly. Quincy shook his head.

"It's worse than that."

They had reached the end. Lydia didn't even want to look at him, much less talk to him.