I Divorced You Now You Beg (Thalia and Darion) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

65 VI

The girl in the photos had soft, pretty features, with big, expressive eyes that seemed to stare right into the camera. She was clearly the type that older generations would approve of.

A bitter taste lingered in Thalia’s mouth as she looked at the pictures. She didn’t know why, but her stomach twisted

Then it hit her: this was the deal she made with Helen.

If Darion and this girl clicked, she could finally get the divorce she’d been longing for.

Taking a deep breath, Thalia tried to push her emotions down and calm herself.

Thalia: [She’s nice.]

Helen: [Great. Help me introduce her to Darion this weekend.]

Thalia: [Okay.]

She set her phone down after replying, but the words in the script in front of her blurred. She couldn’t focus on it.

Frustrated, she changed into workout clothes and headed to the gym.

As the sweat poured down, her frustration seemed to melt away with each drop.

After a while, when she’d exhausted herself, she took a shower and went straight to bed, determined to push everything out of her head.

But just as she was drifting off to sleep, there was a knock at her door.

She glanced at the clock. It was 1 AM.

Frowning, she got up and went to check. To her surprise, it was Darion standing on the other side, eyes downcast as he knocked again.

When there was no response, he knocked harder this time.

She just stared at him, frozen. The irritation that she thought she’d shaken off came rushing back, and her hands clenched into fists.

She took a steadying breath, pressed the intercom, and snapped, “Some of us are trying to sleep. Piss off.”

Darion’s knocking faltered for a second. “Let me in. I’m exhausted.”

‘I said, piss off.” Thalia repeated flatly.

“Thalia, please,” he insisted.

She didn’t bother answering. He kept going anyway, the same request over and over like a broken record.

She dug out her earplugs, stuffed them in, and pulled the covers over her head.

But the damage was done. Sleep wouldn’t come easily now.

She was just starting to drift off when a faint scratching sound came from the front door.

1/3

Chapter 87

Annoyance flared hot in her chest. She threw the blankets off, marched out and stopped dead. Her eyes went wide “Who the hell are you’

Two strangers in matching uniforms stood by her door, fiddling with the lock.

They looked just as startled as she did.

Before she could react, Darion leaned out from behind the doorframe. “I called them. The locksmiths.

Her face went cold. “Are you out of your mind? Do you own this place? Who gave you the right to break into my apartment?”

Without missing a beat, he produced a marriage certificate. “I have this.”

‘Unbelievable, she thought, barely restraining herself from rolling her eyes. ‘Who the hell carries their marriage certificate around?’

The locksmiths had already finished the job. They packed up their tools and slipped away without a word.

Darion walked in and crossed the room in a few quick strides. Before she could react, he pulled her into an embrace.

It was only when he drew her close that the smell of alcohol on him hit her.

She pushed at his chest. “Get off me. You reek.”

Instead of releasing her, he tightened his grip and buried his face in the curve of her neck. “Thalia, I’m tired. Let’s go to bed.”

Drunk as he was, his voice had softened, rough around the edges, but unexpectedly gentle, almost intimate.

Thalia wanted none of it. “I said let go. Get out.”

“No.” He held on stubbornly, his solid frame pressing her backward step by step until her legs hit the edge of the sofa and she found herself pinned beneath him.

He was too heavy, his weight pressing down like it might actually suffocate her.

“I can’t breathe,” she gasped, spots dancing in her vision. “Get off.”

2/3

7:50 pm