Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 487

"No lies can last." Lindsey looked at Zayn a little mockingly. "If you pretend for too long, you’ll start to think that you can convince yourself and the people around you. But a lie is a lie, and it’ll eventually be exposed, so it's better not to tell this lie in the first place. You might think it's what’s best for others, but have you ever thought if that’s what they wanted?"

Lindsey sounded like she was talking about this matter, but Zayn somehow thought about what he said to Lindsey the day she decided to sign the divorce agreement.

It felt like she was skinning him alive and tearing his bones apart as he relived the most painful lie he had ever told in his life that had also hurt her deeply.

Zayn was speechless like he was being strangled.

The two of them were in the living room and stared at each other for a long time. In the end, Zayn gave up and turned his head away. He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. He suddenly stood up and said, "I'm leaving."

Lindsey did not say anything, nor did she send him off. The light in the living room was dim, and her thin pajamas could not bring much warmth to her bony body.

It was already past 10:00 pm. For many people, the nightlife just began, but for many others, it was the end of the day and they had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Zayn went downstairs. He did not wait for the elevator and walked down the stairs step by step. The driver in the car downstairs was lying in the driver's seat with his eyes closed.

The movement of Zayn pulling the car door open woke the driver up, who then sat up straight in an instant. "President, are we going back?"

"Mm."

Outside the car window, all those small apartments each carried the warmth and joy of a family. Zayn could not help but laugh at himself. Who would compensate him for all that he lost?

The driver looked at Zayn and thought that Zayn’s mood would improve after seeing Lindsey and the child. However, seeing him like this, he was clearly far from being in a good mood.

It was not his usual kind of pure rage, but he looked more despondent as if all the loneliness in the city fell on this one man's shoulders.

‘I guess money doesn’t always bring happiness...’ The driver was still looking on the road ahead, but his thoughts unconsciously drifted back home as he wondered what kind of dinner his wife had prepared for him tonight.