CHAPTER 102: CHAPTER 102: EUGENE VAUGHN DROPS THE ACT

Victoria Sinclair’s heart felt soft, a wave of sourness surged, and thin mist covered her eyes.

At the moment she made the decision, it was as if she used up all her strength, she told herself she couldn’t give him another chance.

But this determination wavered every time she thought of him.

She was afraid, afraid that this so-called chance would eventually turn into a blade that hurt her in the future, afraid of repeating old mistakes, of returning to those days tormented by internal conflict.

Moreover, the cold threat from her father-in-law weighed heavily on her heart like a mountain.

She understood that she had to leave this marriage.

Victoria Sinclair forced herself to remain calm despite the inner turmoil, posing as nonchalant, "Eugene Vaughn, the more stubborn you are about some things, the more you’re likely to get stuck in them. After some time, when we’ve both calmed down, we can look back at our story like outsiders, just laughing, shaking our heads, thinking it’s not a big deal."

Eugene Vaughn stepped forward and with his long arms, embraced her.

Victoria Sinclair’s body stiffened slightly, standing there rigidly, not moving.

Her heart was racing.

This familiar embrace made her rationality start to sway.

She had to admit, she actually still liked him a lot.

This liking, deriving from biological instinct, couldn’t dissipate within a short period.

Eugene Vaughn’s large hand gently hooked the back of her head, pressed his face against her head, his voice, like it was stained with frost, trembled darkly, hoarse as if sandpapered, "Because of a little bad in me, you ignored all my good, but do you know? When I found out about your flaws, I never thought of leaving you."

These words pierced Victoria Sinclair’s heart like sharp needles, hurting her so much she almost couldn’t breathe.

She bit her lower lip hard, continuously reminding herself in her heart not to waver anymore, "Eugene, please don’t be like this, okay?"

Eugene Vaughn tightened his embrace, as if trying to merge her into his flesh and bones, "You suddenly disappeared from my world for five days, I haven’t had a peaceful sleep these days, earlier I fell asleep on the couch at home, had a dream that you didn’t want me anymore, and woke up startled, only to find out this wasn’t a dream, it’s real."

Victoria Sinclair heard the fear and reluctance in his words, felt chaotic inside, and broke free from his embrace, stepping back two paces.

The warm yellow streetlamp light enveloped him, the hazy dark tones making his facial features appear more striking.

He was surrounded by an unremitting gloom, and those extremely gentle eyes were reddened and moist.

Victoria Sinclair looked at him, feeling a panic in her heart, "Eugene, you’re not supposed to be this kind of man, not like you at all."

Eugene Vaughn gave a bitter smile, "Then what kind of man should I be?"

Victoria Sinclair was speechless at his question.

She now couldn’t tell what kind of man Eugene Vaughn really was, why he kept clinging to this unhappy marriage.

Looking at Victoria Sinclair for a long time, Eugene Vaughn’s eyes grew redder, "I know you like mature, stable, reserved, gentle, and gentlemanly men, you think I should handle this divorce issue calmly and coolly, with disregard, right?"

Victoria Sinclair nervously swallowed, nodding unconsciously.

Eugene Vaughn looked up at the night sky, took a deep breath trying to force back the tears in his eyes, waited a moment, then looked back down at Victoria Sinclair.

"Victoria Sinclair, if you had known my true personality from the start, you wouldn’t have married a man like me." Eugene Vaughn curled his lips, murmured helplessly, "These past two years of maintaining a façade, I’ve been quite tired."

A façade?

What does that mean?

Does he have an unknown side?

Victoria Sinclair gazed at this familiar yet unfamiliar husband, a strong sense of unease surged inside her, causing goosebumps all over.

In her mind, uncontrollably flashed scenes from the nightmare-inducing film "Don’t Talk to Strangers" she watched in childhood, and those chilling news stories of husbands killing wives: bodies flushed into toilets, hidden in refrigerators...

Eugene Vaughn reached out to hold her.

Victoria Sinclair retreated another step in fear, hiding her hands behind her back, looking at him uneasily.

Eugene Vaughn’s face instantly darkened, his outstretched hand hung in the air, after several seconds, his knuckles slowly tightened, forming a fist: "Victoria Sinclair, I will no longer treat you with gentlemanly politeness as before.