The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 5

They forced me into a marriage I never wanted, and now they were siding with the Harrisons to drag me back? 

I shouldn't have been surprised. 

"I'm safe," I said coldly. "That's all you need to know." 

"Lucas and I are done. I've already hired a lawyer back home to handle the divorce." 

She sniffled. "Lucas's father is furious. He made him kneel outside all night after you left." 

"He said if Lucas doesn't bring you back, he'll kick him out of the family." 

"And as for Scarlett's baby… the Harrisons have already said they won't acknowledge it, no matter what." 

"Emily, our two families have been partners for years. Don't make this worse than it has to be." 

Ah. There it was. 

The guilt trip. The emotional blackmail. 

I should have felt something. 

But all I felt was exhaustion. 

They wanted me to care about Lucas's punishment?

To pity him? 

After everything? 

I clenched my jaw, swallowing the lump in my throat. 

"He's the one who screwed up, not me."

"If family reputation matters more to you than I do, then fine—stop considering me a Sinclair." 

"That way, you won't have to feel embarrassed because of me." 

"And while you're at it, tell the Harrisons to accept Scarlett's baby, because I sure as hell am never giving them one." 

Before she could respond, I ended the call. 

Blocked the family group chat. Blocked all of them. 

They had pushed me to this. 

And I was done. 

It didn't take long for the media to catch on. 

Soon, someone dug up Lucas's identity—CEO of the Harrison Group. 

Our wedding photos started circulating online. 

The whole thing exploded, both on international news and back home. 

People had a field day with it. 

"Biggest scandal of the year—billionaire's wife runs away with another man!" 

"Damn, even money couldn't keep her around?"

The comments section was a mess—full of sarcastic jokes and brutal takes.

I didn't bother responding.

By the time Lucas's plane landed in Sydney, his business partners were already there to pick him up.

Meanwhile, I was trapped inside, avoiding the media frenzy.

The news had spread like wildfire, and stepping outside felt like putting a target on my back.

Lucas found me on a rainy afternoon.

Jason and I had just finished grocery shopping.

We were walking back, sharing an umbrella, barely paying attention to anything around us.

The rain blurred our vision, making everything hazy.

But Lucas? He had no trouble spotting us. He stormed up, knocked our umbrella aside, and punched Jason square in the face.

Jason staggered back, blood mixing with the rain, trickling down his chin.

I shoved Lucas.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You wanna get arrested?”