The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 8

My lawyer told me my parents went straight to the Harrison estate and laid it all out in front of Lucas's parents. 

Lucas's mom was so shocked she fainted on the spot. 

Lucas dropped to his knees, begging, but his father had already grabbed a cane from the corner of the room and was beating him down until he collapsed on the floor. 

Only then did they call an ambulance. 

But my parents? They didn't fall for any of his pathetic sob stories. 

My dad laid down the terms, his voice cold as steel: 

"Lucas, you sign those divorce papers, and we keep this whole thing quiet."

"But if you don't…” My dad let the words linger.

"Then we'll go public."

"You used Emily for years."

"Even if you don't care about her, you could at least show some basic human decency."

"If you refuse, don't blame us for what comes next."

For the first time in my life, my parents were actually fighting for me. 

For me. 

A slow, satisfied smile crept onto my face. 

My lawyer called again.

"Lucas caved. He wants to see you one last time."

I scoffed.

"Tell him to go to hell. We have nothing left to say."

Lucas signed the divorce papers in his hospital bed. 

When my parents showed up with the good news, I nearly jumped out of my seat. 

My mom was practically glowing as she grinned at me.

"Guess what? We have another surprise for you."

I narrowed my eyes. My parents were impossible to read. 

"I give up," I said. 

My mom smirked. "Your dad and I have decided to retire and move in with you two!"

My heart nearly stopped. 

I stared at her, frozen, my forced smile barely holding together. 

The idea of them being in my space—controlling me all over again—made my skin crawl. 

She burst out laughing.

"Relax, I'm kidding! Look at your face!"

"There's no way your dad would abandon the company. We just came here for a vacation,” she said, before glancing at Jason.