The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Chapter 62

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By morning, the documents were already in her inbox.

Jade worked fast.

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Lila sat at the small desk in the study of Forest Villa, the early sunlight spilling across the polished wood as she opened the email.

Subject: Draft – Divorce Agreement

She read every line carefully.

Clear dissolution of marriage.

No claim to marital assets.

No alimony.

No future financial obligation.

Mutual confidentiality.

Clean.

Simple.

Final.

This is fine. Thank you, Lila typed back.

Her reply was brief. Steady.

She printed the agreement, the soft hum of the printer filling the quiet room. The papers slid out one by one, crisp and unforgiving.

She stacked them neatly.

Then she waited.

Morning turned to afternoon.

Afternoon stretched into evening.

Damon did not return to the villa.

No message.

No call.

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The staff moved around her politely, carefully avoiding her eyes, as if they already knew where he was.

Taking care of Maddy.

And their child.

The words no longer pierced. They settled like dull weight in her chest.

By sunset, Lila stopped waiting by the window.

Instead, she walked to the guest villa across the garden.

Her villa.

Her space.

Her belongings had already been transferred there quietly at dawn. Boxes lined the walls, neatly arranged. The closet doors stood open.

Inside hung only the clothes she had bought with her own money.

Her own choices.

Her own identity.

She had left behind every dress, every coat, every pair of heels Damon had purchased for her.

Those had belonged to Mrs. Blackthorne.

Not Lila.

She ran her fingers lightly across the fabrics-cotton, silk, linen-familiar pieces from before the contract marriage reshaped her wardrobe into something curated and expensive.

Into someone curated and expensive.

She exhaled slowly.

The divorce papers sat on the coffee table in front of her, weighted down with a crystal paperweight.

Waiting for his signature.

Waiting for an ending.

Night fell.

The main villa remained dark.

He wasn’t coming home.

Of course he wasn’t.

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He was exactly where he wanted to be.

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Lila walked to the balcony of the guest villa, the cool night air brushing against her skin.

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Three years ago, she would have stayed awake, anxious, wondering if he had eaten, if he was tired, if he needed her.

Now-

She simply closed the balcony doors.

Locked them.

And returned inside.

If Damon Blackthorne would not come to sign the ending-

Then she would find a way to place it directly in his hands.

This time, she would not wait to be chosen.

She would choose herself.

The next morning, Lila made a decision.

If Damon would not come home-

She would go to him.

Not to argue.

Not to cry.

Not to ask.

Just to finish it.

Damon had a habit.

A dangerous one.

When documents were already stacked neatly on his desk-filtered by his legal team, pre-reviewed by assistants-he would sign them without rereading. Efficient. Decisive. Trusting the system he built.

Lila knew his patterns.

Three years beside a man taught you more than love ever could.

She dressed simply. No designer heels. No statement jewelry. Just a clean blouse and trousers.

She packed a lunch into a small thermal bag.

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For appearance.

For credibility.

For closure.

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The Blackthorne headquarters towered above the city, glass reflecting the pale morning sky.

Inside, the staff still greeted her respectfully.

“Mrs. Blackthorne.”

The title brushed against her like a fading echo.

She smiled gently and lifted the lunch bag. “Just dropping off Damon’s lunch.”

Understanding flickered instantly. No suspicion. No questions.

Of course she would bring him lunch.

She always had.

“Mr. Blackthorne is currently in a conference meeting,” his secretary informed her politely.

“That’s fine,” Lila replied. “I’ll leave it in his office.”

The door opened for her without hesitation.

His office smelled the same.

Dark wood. Leather. Subtle cologne that lingered even in his absence.

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His desk was exactly as she remembered-organized chaos. A precise stack of documents waiting for signatures.

Lila walked toward it calmly.

Her heartbeat remained steady.

From her bag, she pulled out the printed divorce agreement.

The pages were smooth. Cold.

She slid them carefully into the middle of the existing stack-between two contracts thick enough to conceal them completely.

Aligned the edges.

Straightened the pile.

Perfect.

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No trembling hands.

No tears.

Just quiet precision.

For a moment, she stood there.

Looking at his chair.

The place where he sat like a king ruling over negotiations and empires.

Three years ago, she would have hesitated.

Today, she only adjusted the lunch bag on the corner of his desk.

A soft smile curved her lips.

“Goodbye, Damon,” she whispered-not with sorrow, but with clarity.

Then she turned and walked out.

She smiled politely at the staff on her way past.

The elevator doors closed.

And as the building descended floor by floor-

Lila felt something lift inside her.

He would sign it.

He always signed what was placed before him.

And when he did-

The contract that bound them would finally end.

Just like she decided her love would.

Later that evening at Calm Villa, a courier delivered a thick envelope to her doorstep.

No sender.

No note.

Lila already knew.

She tore it open.

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The divorce draft she had slipped onto Damon’s desk slid into her hands-creased, unfolded, handled

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Across the first page, written in bold, unmistakable strokes of black ink, were two words in Damon’s handwriting:

Dream on.

Behind it, every page of the agreement had been marked with a thick red cross.

Not revised.

Not negotiated.

Erased.

Lila stared at the words until they blurred.

Then she let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh.

Of course.

A week later, she walked into his office again—this time with no disguise of lunch or courtesy.

She placed the freshly printed divorce agreement directly in front of him.

“Sign it.”

Damon didn’t look at the papers.

He looked at her.

Cold. Assessing.

“Are you pregnant?” he asked.

The question stunned her into silence.

“What?”

“Are you pregnant?” he repeated evenly.

Lila stared at him in disbelief. “That’s none of your concern.”

A muscle ticked in his jaw.

He finally picked up the document, flipped through it lazily-then stood, walked to the shredder beside his desk, and fed the entire agreement into it.

The machine hummed as the pages disappeared.

Simon, standing near the window, only shook his head slightly.

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Not surprised.

Not intervening.

Just witnessing.

It didn’t stop there.

Every other week, Lila returned with a new draft.

Every time, Damon found a new excuse.

“Do better.”

“The paper isn’t smooth enough.”

“My pen ran out of ink.”

“I’m too tired to sign.”

“Let my mother review it.”

“Schedule it through legal.”

“Come back later.”

Excuse after excuse-delivered with maddening calm.

Until one afternoon-

She snapped.

She slammed the document onto his desk so hard the pen holder tipped over.

“Damon, don’t do this!” she burst out. “Maddy is already pregnant-what else do you want?!”

The room fell silent.

Damon’s eyes locked onto hers.

“A child from you,” he answered.

The words hit harder than a slap.

He didn’t deny it.

He didn’t correct her.

He didn’t say the child wasn’t his.

His answer was confirmation.

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Maddy was pregnant.

With his child.

Anger surged through her like fire meeting gasoline.

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Before she could stop herself, Lila grabbed the nearest file and hurled it across the room. Papers exploded

into the air.

A glass ornament shattered against the wall.

Books fell.

A chair overturned.

Years of restraint broke free in seconds.

“You’re cruel!” she cried, her voice cracking. “You’re selfish!”

She swept everything off his desk-folders, pens, documents scattering across the polished floor.

Damon didn’t move.

He didn’t raise his voice.

He didn’t stop her.

He just sat there—

Watching.

A shard of broken glass flew past him, grazing his cheek. A thin line of red appeared, but he didn’t react.

Lila’s hand slammed down onto the shattered remains of a picture frame-

And she gasped.

A sharp sting.

Blood welled instantly from her finger.

The sight of it seemed to snap something in Damon.

He rose slowly.

Deliberately.

And stepped toward her.

“Don’t touch me!” she warned, backing away.

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But she was shaking now. Furious. Hurt. Bleeding.

Damon reached her in two strides and caught her wrist gently but firmly.

She struggled.

“Let me go!”

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He pulled her into his chest, one arm wrapping around her shoulders, the other securing her injured hand.

Lila fought against him, pushing, hitting, trying to break free.

But he was stronger.

“Stop moving,” he said quietly.

“I hate you!” she cried, her voice breaking for the first time.

His arms tightened-not painfully, but unyielding.

“You don’t,” he replied, his voice low against her hair.

But this time-

Lila wasn’t sure anymore.

And Damon, holding her while blood stained his shirt and shards of glass glittered around them-

Didn’t look like a man who intended to let her go.

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