After marrying my boss (Anna) novel Chapter 419

Chapter 419 The Truth

My heart lurched at how ferocious he looked one minute, then looking lost in the next. He had seemed so enraged as though he wanted me dead earlier that I couldn’t believe those words had come out of his mouth.

He said he loved me so much that it had seeped into his skin and carved into his bones. I didn’t trust it one bit. After all, he wouldn’t have abandoned me if he loved me to that extent. At the end of the day, he simply didn’t love me enough.

“Do you truly love me? Because I don’t feel your love even for one bit. Do you remember how you treated me after what happened with your mother? Or have you forgotten about it?”

The corners of my lips curled into a smirk as tears filled my eyes.

If he had loved me so, why did he serve me a divorce agreement right after what happened with his mother, without any explanation? Was that his way of loving me?

“Until now, you still owe me an explanation for that incident. Anna, tell me honestly, are you really the perpetrator behind that incident?”

Suddenly, his gaze turned sharp. It felt as if he could see right through me.

I blinked slowly, confused by his question. What does he mean by that? Is he trying to say that he didn’t think that I was the perpetrator behind that incident?

But if he didn’t think that I was the perpetrator, why would he serve me a divorce agreement? I couldn’t think of any other reason why he had to divorce me except for his mother’s incident.

Besides, Lincoln had said before that he wouldn’t let the person who hurt his wife stay.

“What are you trying to say? Do you think it wasn’t me? That I wasn’t the one behind it?”

I locked my gaze with him as I smoothened out my expression and suppressed my raging thoughts.

“You’re my woman. No one understands you better than I do. You would never do something like that. That being said, I have no idea why you would shoulder the blame for it. I’ve given you a chance to explain, but you never did.”

His tone was grave as he looked at me.

I felt my gut tighten at his words. I thought he bought my excuse then, but hearing him now, it was obvious that he had never believed I was the perpetrator, not even once.

I sucked in a deep breath to try and keep my expression neutral. Not knowing what he had in mind, I had to be careful with my words and actions.

“If you didn’t believe I was the one who hurt your mother, why did you treat me so coldly then? Why did you divorce me?”

I finally got to ask him the questions that had always lingered in my mind. Anticipation filled me as I studied his eyes, hoping for a silver lining.

Maybe things were not as bad as I had thought. Maybe he’s not that heartless toward me.

My heart raced as I waited for his answer.

“I should be the one asking you about the divorce. You’re the one who dumped a signed divorce agreement on me and left, after all. You even got my father involved to help you with the divorce procedure. I never thought you could do such a thing, Anna. It seems I have underestimated you.”

At the mention of the divorce, his expression turned cold, and anger laced his voice.

“Are you sure I was the one who left you with a signed divorce agreement? Are you sure you weren’t the one who initiated the divorce?”

He gripped my shoulder as his voice trembled from agitation.

I cast him a confused glance. Has he forgotten what he had done to the point where he still needed my confirmation?

“I didn’t think your memory would be this terrible. Have you forgotten all that you’ve done to me?”

Instead of giving him an answer, I replied to his queries with questions.

Everything I said earlier was true.

Hearing that, the anger burning in his eyes extinguished swiftly only to be replaced with a complicated look.

“Something must have gone wrong somewhere in our divorce. I’ll investigate this matter thoroughly,” he said after a long silence. I was puzzled by his words.

“What are you saying? You were the one who initiated the divorce. I think the problem lies with you.”

Not wanting to dwell on our divorce any longer, I released the seat belt and opened the door, wanting to get out of the car.

“I didn’t leave any signed divorce agreement with you when I went overseas.”