From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 62

She walked inside.

Frederick sat on the sofa, his posture impeccable, exuding an air of absolute authority. His handsome face was covered in a layer of frost, his dark eyes burning with an anger that slammed directly into her chest. Her heart gave an uncontrollable tremor.

"Come here."

Her breath hitched. Seeing the man's cold indifference, she took a deep breath and walked over to him.

"When did you move out?"

"A week ago."

"Just over an emerald necklace?"

She had no idea how he even had the nerve to ask that.

After everything that had happened lately, after all the humiliation she had endured, in his eyes, it meant absolutely nothing. "Let's just say yes."

"Move back."

The man's voice was frigid.

She thought back to his mockery from just a few hours ago.

She spoke quietly. "I was the one who practically threw myself at you to get married. You were just fulfilling an arrangement between our families. You don't love me, and you don't even like me."

"Why should I move back?"

He suddenly reached out and yanked her closer, his cool fingers brushing against her cashmere coat. "Weren't you always complaining that I was too busy? Didn't you want a baby to keep you company?"

It had been days. She had constantly rejected him, and the frustration was driving him crazy.

Lydia stared into his eyes, finding not a shred of warmth or genuine desire.

Touching her felt like he was just completing a task.

If Charles hadn't promised him those company shares, he probably would have divorced her ages ago.

"I don't want your child anymore, Frederick." She pushed his hands away. "I'll explain things to your father myself. If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."

Frederick watched Lydia's retreating figure, realizing she didn't show a single ounce of reluctance.

An inexplicable emotion surged in his chest.

She had never run away from home before.

Her slender silhouette looked completely resolute.

It didn't feel like she was throwing a temper tantrum; it felt like she truly intended to walk out of his life for good.

Before his mind could process it, his hand shot out, wrapping tightly around her delicate wrist. She tumbled effortlessly into his arms. He caged her with ease, his cool fingers trailing down her soft cheek.

"Having a child isn't something you can just decide you don't want."

"It's your responsibility."

Lydia was trapped in his embrace. His hands caressed her face, and a dark, rolling lust ignited in his freezing eyes.

Lydia clutched her collar tightly with both hands. Tears streamed from her eyes. Covered in bruises and trembling like a shattered porcelain doll, she looked at Frederick with a sorrow and devastation she had never felt before, her voice breaking as she screamed:

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"You used to be so good to me."

"You put your life on the line to step in front of me and save me..."

"When I lost my sight from the concussion in that car crash, when I was too terrified to sleep, you held my hand the entire night."

"When I confessed my feelings to you, you told me that a man should be the one to do the confessing."

"You said you were my Freddie, that you would always protect your Lydia."

"And now, you're trying to force yourself on me?"

"Why..."

Her heart felt hollow, ripped to shreds. Her voice choked on a sob.

This wasn't the man he used to be.

She thought of all the days he had treated her with nothing but coldness, how she had constantly blamed herself, wondering what she had done wrong.

She had tried so incredibly hard to be the perfect wife for him.

Even after he cheated on her with Sierra, she had clung to the memory of him saving her life, remembering that he was her Freddie.