Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 92

Lindsey forcefully broke away from Zayn's arms. The two of them stood opposite each other and stared at one another. The so-called tenderness was all an illusion.

"Zayn Guggenheim, throughout our marriage, I’ve never done anything to wrong you. You, on the other hand, have hurt me, humiliated me, imprisoned me, and even cheated on me with another woman!"

Lindsey turned away, forcing her tears back. She made herself invulnerable again and said, "I know you don't love me, so why do we have to torment each other like this?"

Zayn laughed and asked her back, "I don't love you?"

The light from the bathroom shone and lit up half of his face.

His tone disrupted Lindsey's heartbeat for a few seconds.

"But even if I don't love you, I still don't want to let you go." Zayn’s eyes were deep and dark, which made her inexplicably panic.

That messed-up heartbeat returned to its original rhythm.

"With my mark on your body, even if I die, no one else is allowed to touch you."

Lindsey no longer wanted to argue with Zayn.

"Zayn, there’s no point in us being like this. It's better to let each other go." For the first time, Lindsey calmly talked to him about this topic. "Let's just get a divorce."

"Why should I let you go? Lindsey Juhl, you don't know how happy it makes me when I see you in such despair that you can’t even cry."

The last bit of hope in Lindsey's heart shattered and her voice was chilly as she said, "The picture of me and Shaun is fake. He’s just my big brother. I’ll also resign from Hemera soon, so are you satisfied now? Anyhow, these are our matters. Whether you want a divorce or not, as long as Jenny Lenig doesn't mind, I certainly won't mind either."

Her fingers that were clenched moved slightly. She could feel her pulse from the tingling sensation on her fingertips.

"Since you want us to keep tormenting each other, then we can continue doing so. But this is just between the both of us, so don't implicate innocent people."

Looking at her fragile face, Zayn found it hard to breathe from the compression in his chest. "If it wasn't for Shaun Juhl, would you have come to me?"

Lindsey did not speak. Her answer was self-evident.

Zayn laughed and his eyes turned several shades darker. “I knew that you’d come to me because of Shaun Juhl. I thought you might explain the photos and even why you ran away from the hospital. I thought you might even use your identity as my wife to question me about staying out with another woman.”

He continued, "But you didn't. I was going to let Shaun go and send you a gift, but now, you don’t deserve it."

Finally, Zayn leaned close to Lindsey. His cold voice rang in her ears, "Stay at home and don't think about running away, okay? Otherwise, I won't be so nice to Shaun Juhl next time."

After saying that, Zayn walked out of the guest room.

Lindsey stood frozen in place. She clearly felt that Zayn wanted to say something else earlier.

In the end, he did not say anything.

He spent so much effort to force her to come home, but he still did not believe her and did not even want to mention their divorce.

It was always like this. There was always tension between them and they would always part unhappy. A seemingly loud fight would just end out of the blue.

‘Zayn Guggenheim, what the hell are you thinking?’

No matter what Zayn was thinking, at least for now, Lindsey was back in her cage.