Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 136

Daphne’s face went ghostly pale as she rushed forward, grabbing Wren’s sleeve. “Wren, you can’t do this to me! I gave up an eye because of you. How can you cut me off like nothing matters?”

Wren looked at her coldly and said, “You didn’t lose your eye because of me. You were cornered and couldn’t escape. If you’d had the chance, you would’ve run. And for all these years, haven’t I done more than enough to make it up to you because of your eye?”

Daphne’s body trembled. She wanted to snap back, but what could she even say with so many eyes on her?

‘Should I tell him that what he calls compensation is nowhere near enough. Or say he owes me a lifetime to repay?‘ she thought.

“But… My feelings for you…” Daphne’s lips trembled as she tried to get the words out.

However, Wren cut her off coldly before she could finish her words. “Daphne, I’ve never loved you, not even for a second. Everything I’ve done for you was to make up for your eye injury. Now, I’ve done enough.”

Then, Wren yanked Daphne’s hand off his sleeve and walked away with Zoya.

Daphne staggered, nearly toppling over before she managed to steady herself.

Everyone around was staring at her. The Lucero family members who used to look at her with envy were now giving her looks of pity, mockery, or pure disdain.

It had been forever since Daphne had gotten those kinds of looks.

Ever since one of her eyes was injured because of Wren, she was untouchable in the Lucero family. Everyone was fawning over her.

Back then, it was like she’d gone from hell to heaven overnight.

‘And now, is fate really dumping me straight back into hell after all that?‘ Daphne thought, her heart cold with dread.

“Daphne, why are you standing there like that? Go after him! If you truly plead with Mr. Richmond, he’ll definitely take back those harsh words!” Shaun pressed Daphne urgently.

“How much more disgrace do you need before you’ve had enough?” said Waldo, slamming his cane against the floor.

Then Waldo turned to Deborah and said, “I’ve heard all about Jasmine. We, the Lucero family, have done everything we could for her. What you should be doing isn’t trying to hold Zoya accountable for Jasmine’s situation. You should be figuring out how to gain the forgiveness of the family of that poor soul who burned

alive!”

Deborah looked stricken, while Shaun kept his mouth shut.

As for Daphne, she stood there like a statue, her face drained of all color, not even hearing a word Waldo said.

Daphne’s fists were locked so tight that her nails dug into her palms, sharp pain keeping her grounded.

She wasn’t willing to take it lying down. There was no way in hell she’d accept it!

She’d lost an eye and had sacrificed so much. How could she ever fall back into the darkness she’d clawed her way out of?

After leaving the Lucero Group building and getting into the car, Zoya couldn’t help but keep looking over at Wren, her eyes full of questions.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Wren asked, glancing sideways at her.

“Did you really mean what you said in front of everyone? You don’t regret it at all?” Zoya asked softly.

“Which part do you mean? When I said I’d be more than willing if you ever needed to use me?” Wren shot

back.

“No, not that. I know you only said it to make me look good in front of everyone,” Zoya hurried to explain.

Wren’s lips curled in a faint smile, saying, “It wasn’t to make you look good, Zozo. I meant every word. If you ever want to use me, go for it. I’d be glad, because it means I matter to you, right?”

When Wren said that, it was like the kind of sweet nothings lovers whisper to each other.

However, Zoya felt a lump rise in her throat, her nose stinging with emotion.

‘Who in their right mind would actually be happy about being used?‘ she thought.

The more Zoya got to know Wren, the more she realized there was something off about the way he saw relationships.

‘Maybe all that twisted thinking came from whatever he went through as a kid,’ Zoya thought.

“You shouldn’t feel glad about that,” Zoya said, her voice gentle but firm. “Wren, real love isn’t about whether someone is useful or not. I like you. It doesn’t matter whether you’re helpful to me or not. If you love someone, it’s never about what they can do for you.”

Wren’s grip on the steering wheel tightened just a fraction.

“All I’ve ever heard growing up was that I needed to be useful,” he murmured under his breath.

He wasn’t enough to make his mom stay… And she ended her life because of that. Afterward, his dad never forgave him.

Later, it was only because he was ‘useful‘ that his grandpa took him in, groomed him as the Richmond family heir, and handed him the whole empire.

His whole life had always been measured as “useful” or “useless.” But now, Zoya was telling him she’d still care for him even if he was worthless to the world.

Chapter 136

“Yes, it’s good to be useful. But love isn’t about what one can do for someone,” Zoya said gently. “One should not feel happy about being used, even if one is a useful person. If feelings come because one is useful, what happens when one is not? Will one be abandoned by the other party? Do you think that sort of love will ever last?”

Wren’s face went ghostly pale, his grip on the steering wheel trembling ever so slightly.

‘So… If one day I’m no use to her, will she toss me aside like I never mattered?‘ he thought, panic rising in his

chest.

‘No! I can’t let her leave me. I just can’t!‘ he told himself, his heart pounding.

Wren suddenly jerked the wheel and slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt at the curb.

“Why’d you stop so suddenly…” Zoya started to say, but before she could finish her words, Wren was already unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning over toward her.

“What’s wrong?” Zoya asked, her eyes locked onto Wren’s handsome face as he leaned closer.

His face was pale as a sheet now, with clear unease written in his eyes.

“Would you abandon me if I’m useless to you anymore one day?” he asked, eyes glued to hers, desperate for her response.

Zoya froze for a moment, then her eyes softened with understanding. “Never. I’d still stay by your side no matter what happens, even if you feel you have nothing left to offer.”

“Really?” Wren’s voice trembled, unease clouding his face as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

Zoya pressed her lips, realizing that some things were too deep–rooted to fix with a few words.

However, she knew she’d have plenty of time with Wren. She could help him change, little by little.

She took his face in her hands and kissed his cold lips. “Wren, I don’t care if you’re useful or not. I like you. Just you, and nothing else.”

Her warm lips seemed to melt away the chill from his own.

And just like that, every shred of doubt and unease inside Wren began to dissolve, all because of her words.

Wren’s lashes trembled. After a moment, he slowly closed his eyes, responding to her kiss.

When Zoya finally broke the kiss, Wren felt a wave of emptiness, his lips still aching for the fleeting warmth like having something precious ripped away.

“Alright, let’s drive home,” Zoya said, glancing around the busy street. It wasn’t somewhere they could afford to stop for long.

Honestly, she’d never imagined herself stealing a kiss from Wren in a car parked on the side of the road, with strangers passing by. The whole moment felt reckless and a little thrilling.

But in that instant, what mattered most was that she wanted to soothe his anxiety and tell him how much she liked him.

Wren stared at Zoya for a long moment, emotion flickering in his eyes, before he finally started again.

up

the car

The car glided away from the curb. In about twenty minutes, they were pulling up outside the villa.

Someone was waiting right outside the villa even before they made it to the gate.

Zoya blinked in surprise. She peered through the windshield, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw who

it was.

It was Harvey Crawford.