I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 3

A suffocating silence filled the room.

Maxwell stared at her, his eyes growing impossibly cold. "Don't think that just because I threw you a birthday party, you have the right to throw a tantrum."-

Lyra lowered her gaze, her voice so soft it was barely a whisper. "Just consider it my one birthday wish. Give me a divorce."

An inexplicable surge of irritation flared in his chest. "I think you've forgotten how obsessively you chased after me, begging and pleading for me to marry you..."

Crash!

A violent clap of thunder shook the building, and the lounge plunged into pitch darkness.

Lyra jumped in fright. Before she could process the blackout, Maxwell lunged forward, gripping her chin. "Do you really think tonight's little celebration gives you the leverage to play these games with me?"

As a flash of lightning tore across the sky, his hard, unforgiving features were briefly illuminated in the dark.

The sheer disdain and mockery in his eyes glinted like the edge of a sharpened blade.

Pain flared in her jaw. She instinctively struggled against his grip. "I'm not playing games. I'm deadly serious."

"Serious?"

Maxwell practically chewed on the word before letting out a cold, hollow laugh.

That was impossible.

Everyone in Silverdale knew that Lyra loved him to the point of absolute madness. Over the years, from their first meeting to their wedding, she had acted like a woman with zero self-respect, chasing him with unhinged devotion.

Now that he had finally granted her the dignity of a proper birthday bash, giving her the respect a Mrs. Sterling deserved, she suddenly wanted a divorce?

Her manipulation tactics were getting embarrassingly sloppy.

As the heavy tension hung between them, a terrified scream pierced the air.

"Fire! The building is on fire!"

Chaotic footsteps echoed through the hallway. Panic seized Lyra, and she instinctively clutched Maxwell's arm.

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