Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 112: You Are My Woman, You Can Only Like Me

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: You Are My Woman, You Can Only Like Me

Kevin Dawson was in the room next to Adrian Lancaster’s and had just lain down, ready to sleep, when he got the call.

He shot bolt upright, instantly alert.

"President Lancaster, what happened?"

"Stop asking questions and book the tickets now."

Adrian Lancaster had lost all sense of reason. He wished he could be back in Aston in an instant to confront Wren Sutton face-to-face.

Wren Sutton was clearly visible in the photos and video. Maya Marshall hadn’t framed her.

But the man’s figure was somewhat blurry, and he looked unfamiliar. Once Adrian found out who he was, he wouldn’t let him off the hook.

Kevin Dawson remained level-headed, thinking only of the company’s interests.

"President Lancaster, that senior official in Jadeport is an incredibly busy man. It was hard enough to secure a meeting for tomorrow morning, and that’s just a few hours away. Flying back to Aston now isn’t a good idea. The timing for a round trip is far too tight."

Adrian Lancaster fell silent, his expression grim. He radiated a cold, hostile energy.

"President Lancaster, if there’s an urgent matter in Aston, I can fly back tonight and handle it for you."

This was the best solution Kevin Dawson could think of.

As the President’s special assistant, he was well aware of how important the Dreamtide Bay project was to the company. Otherwise, President Lancaster wouldn’t have traveled all the way to Jadeport just for this matter.

"My presence at the meeting with the official tomorrow isn’t important. But yours is, President Lancaster. You have to be there."

At his words, Adrian’s reason slowly began to return. But he still couldn’t calm the irrepressible anger that seethed within him.

He was now faced with a dilemma.

On one hand was the progress of the Dreamtide Bay project; on the other, his and the Lancaster family’s reputation. Both were critically important, making it an agonizing choice.

Time ticked by. In the silence, after a fierce internal struggle, Adrian gritted his teeth and made his decision: he would stay in Jadeport.

"Stick to the plan."

Kevin Dawson let out a sigh of relief. He then asked cautiously, "And as for Aston..."

"I’ll deal with it when I get back."

Adrian Lancaster hung up the phone.

You don’t air your dirty laundry in public. The matter of Wren Sutton cheating on him was something he had to deal with personally. He couldn’t possibly entrust it to anyone else.

Then, in an act of self-torture, he watched the video on repeat.

Watching Wren Sutton help the man into the car without the slightest hesitation, Adrian’s fists clenched. The muscles in his jaw tightened, and he was so furious he could have killed someone.

When *he* was drunk, Wren wouldn’t give him the time of day. But for some other man, she was all concern and care.

This was outrageous.

"Wren Sutton, you’ve really got some nerve!"

...

Wren Sutton’s sleep was fitful for the rest of the night. Her brow remained furrowed as she broke out in a cold sweat.

In her dream, she and Adrian Lancaster got into a huge fight, and it even came to blows.

Spencer Sawyer came to protect her, only to be shot and killed by Adrian Lancaster.

BANG!

Spencer Sawyer collapsed, his blood staining the floor.

"Do you see now? Anyone you like will die."

"Adrian Lancaster, you’re a madman." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Wren Sutton, remember your place. You’re my woman. You’re only allowed to love me."

Wren was trapped in the dream, unable to wake. Sleep brought no rest, only deepening exhaustion. She tossed and turned in a groggy stupor, suffering until the break of dawn.

When she opened her eyes, remnants of the dream lingered in her mind—blurry, yet vivid. The scene where Adrian Lancaster shot Spencer Sawyer, in particular, was so terrifying it felt less like a dream and more like something that had actually happened.

Wren felt like she was going crazy. Spencer and Adrian Lancaster had absolutely nothing to do with each other, yet she’d had such an ominous dream.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

Wren Sutton wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, took a deep breath to calm her racing heart, and got out of bed.

The morning was a flurry of activity.

After breakfast, Wren Sutton dressed Zoey in a new dress and shoes. She combed her hair neatly, added a headband, and styled the little girl to look as chic and pretty as a little princess.

It wouldn’t be convenient to take Zoey with her to the Quinns’, so she decided to drop Zoey off at her parents’ house and have them look after her for the morning.

At first, just like the day before, Zoey was reluctant to leave the house. But after Wren Sutton’s patient and gentle explanation, the little girl finally agreed to the plan.

"You’re such a good girl, Zoey. So understanding."

Wren Sutton had assumed her parents were home, so she hadn’t called ahead. It was only when she arrived that she found the house empty.

She called them, only to learn that they had left that very morning with a tour group for a trip to another province. It was a six-day, five-night tour.

Her parents had originally planned to tell her once they’d reached their destination, but now they had no choice but to break the news early.

Wren was speechless. It was a wasted trip, and she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Zoey tugged gently on Wren Sutton’s hand. She looked up, her clear, innocent eyes asking what they would do now.

Wren Sutton thought for a moment. "Auntie has a best friend," she said. "I’ll take you to her house."

To avoid another wasted trip, Wren called her best friend, Isla Griffith, beforehand. Only after confirming that Isla was home and free for the day did she take Zoey over.

When Isla Griffith saw Zoey, she was instantly charmed, but also utterly shocked.

The resemblance... it was uncanny.

"Good heavens. Anyone who didn’t know better would think Zoey was Adrian Lancaster’s daughter."

Wren didn’t seem surprised. "So you think she looks like a Lancaster, too."

Isla Griffith nodded and lowered her voice. "At first glance, there’s a slight resemblance. But the more I look, the stronger it gets."

Wren felt the same. The resemblance was indeed growing stronger the more she looked.

"Maybe it’s just a coincidence."

"It’s too much of a coincidence, though," Isla Griffith said, then trailed off. "What if..."

Wren was unnervingly calm as she finished Isla’s sentence for her. "What if the speculation is true? Then it just proves I was right to get a divorce."