Help My Tycoon Husband Refuses To Divorce novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Can You Stand By Her Side?

A dedicated team had meticulously arranged every detail of Lazarus Quinn’s funeral.

Yet, when the day arrived, Selene found herself barred from entering.

The security guard, impassive and unbothered, blocked her path.

“Apologies, Ms. Carter,” he said, though his tone held no real regret. “Mr. Carter has given explicit orders that you are not allowed in.”

A slow, cold fury simmered beneath Selene’s composure.

She wanted nothing more than to tear down the gates, to storm in and claim her rightful place at her grandfather’s farewell.

But this was Lazarus’s funeral.

And she wouldn’t stoop to making a scene.

Her nails dug into her palms, and she reached for her phone, ready to call Evander Cruz—

Then—

A sleek red BMW pulled up behind her.

The window slid down, revealing a face so eerily similar to Caspian’s that it made her heart skip a beat.

For a split second, she thought it was him.

Then, the man spoke.

“Nene, hop in.”

That nickname.

It tugged at something deep inside her—something distant, something that loosened the tension in her chest.

Without overthinking, Selene slid into the passenger seat.

A New Ally in an Old Battle

“What are you doing here?” Selene asked, still slightly thrown by the resemblance.

Soren Alaric shifted gears smoothly, his tone casual but laced with concern.

“I saw the news and couldn’t stop thinking about you. I had to see if you were okay.“

His eyes flicked to her briefly, scanning the redness in her eyes, the exhaustion in her features.

Something softened in his tone as he added, “I know a way in. Trust me.”

Selene hesitated.

Soren was still a mystery, a man she had only met a handful of times.

And yet—

Something in his voice—or maybe just the familiarity of his face—made her feel like she could rely on him.

Without another word, Soren drove around the property, maneuvering through a side road until they reached a smaller, unguarded gate.

True to his word, he led her inside with ease, dodging Zephyr’s men like a seasoned pro.

As they entered through the back kitchen, he whispered, “There’s a staff elevator here. We can take it up without drawing attention.”

Selene followed without question.

Echoes of the Past

The kitchen was bustling, but Soren moved effortlessly, navigating through the crowd like he belonged there.

He reached back—

And took her hand.

His grip was gentle but firm, guiding her through the tight space.

Something about it—about him—made Selene freeze for a moment.

She glanced up at his profile, and the uncanny resemblance to Caspian struck her again.

It tugged at a memory, vivid and bittersweet—

A time when she had once held Caspian’s hand just like this.

It had been the year Caspian first joined the army.

Selene had pulled every string Lazarus had to visit him, only to be met with cold rejection.

She had refused to leave.

Instead, she had grabbed a megaphone and stormed onto the training grounds, shouting for all to hear—

“CASPIAN! I LIKE YOU!”
“CASPIAN! I LIKE YOU!”

The soldiers, knowing she was Lazarus’s beloved granddaughter, didn’t dare stop her.

They watched with barely hidden grins, relishing the spectacle.

Eventually, Caspian had stormed out, his face dark with irritation.

Without a word, he had grabbed her hand and dragged her off the grounds, his grip just as firm, just as unwavering.

Back then, his hands had felt warm.

Back then, he had still looked at her.

Now, she couldn’t even recognize the man he had become.

Reality Returns

The elevator dinged, yanking her from the past.

As the doors slid open, Soren tugged her forward—