Divorced, But Queen - Chapter 182: Chapter 182
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Owen messaged Aria, but she still hadn't replied.
He was about to knock on her door when, through the cracked doorway, he heard the sharp sound of a slap.
Instinctively, he froze—walking out now would just be awkward.
The slap had at least masked the noise of the door opening, but now the apartment was so quiet, any sound would be obvious.
He left his door just barely ajar and waited by the entrance.
Liam, smarting from the slap, sobered up a bit.
He knew he was out of line, but he couldn't let the Cole Group collapse—not if there was even a chance Aria could save it.
At this point, he'd lost all pride, every shred of dignity scattered at his feet.
Aria stared at him coldly. "Try acting pathetic again and I'll make sure the Cole Group disappears from this world. Don't believe me? You're welcome to test me."
There was an icy, dangerous edge to her eyes, a chill that couldn't be disguised. It was nothing like the way Hannah looked at him.
In fact, Aria had never looked at Liam with warmth, not even the first day they met.
Her words had been gentle, but her attitude was always distant.
For the first time, Liam understood—maybe she truly never liked him. "Then why... why did you agree to marry me in the first place?" he finally asked.
She paused mid-motion, looking at him intently. "Because you proposed."
Liam's mouth twisted in disbelief. "So, if anyone else had proposed, you'd have said yes to them too?"
"As long as he wasn't a terrible person and had a clean record, sure."
He clenched his fists. "You think marriage is some kind of joke?"
Aria answered evenly, "I told you from the start—I needed the marriage to avoid something, and that I have a cold personality and a bad temper. I could never promise I'd fall for you."
He froze. That really was what she'd said; back then, he'd just thought she was playing hard to get.
Aria let out a mocking laugh. "You proposed to me so Daniel would let you go abroad. We both had our reasons—so let's not point fingers.
"I respected your choices, whether you left or stayed; I took care of the Cole Group and your family. I owe you nothing. I owe the Cole family nothing. Now, get out."
She slammed the door. Liam just stood there, stunned.
Daniel had said he couldn't leave for overseas unless he found a wife to take over the company.
From the very start, he'd been wrong about everything.
He stumbled away, completely lost.
Owen, who'd been waiting in his doorway, looked across the hall, a complicated expression in his eyes.
He never would have guessed the reason Aria had married Liam was to escape something.
But what was it? He considered for a second—two years ago, she was only twenty, and the Solemnity Guild didn't let people go easily. She wouldn't stay with the Saxons, so...
If only the Saxon family had shown her a bit more love, she'd never have ended up entangled with Liam.
Leaning against the wall, Owen waited five minutes before pressing the doorbell.
This time, Derek opened up, yelling, "Who the hell—!" He stopped short, jaw dropping. "You... you're Mr. Shaw?"
Owen was surprised too. "Der..."
"Derek," he corrected quickly, "Derek Fletcher. Sorry about earlier, I thought you were that other guy. What brings you here?"
Owen replied gently, "I live across the hall. I was Aria's lawyer."
He was about to knock on her door when, through the cracked doorway, he heard the sharp sound of a slap.
Instinctively, he froze—walking out now would just be awkward.
The slap had at least masked the noise of the door opening, but now the apartment was so quiet, any sound would be obvious.
He left his door just barely ajar and waited by the entrance.
Liam, smarting from the slap, sobered up a bit.
He knew he was out of line, but he couldn't let the Cole Group collapse—not if there was even a chance Aria could save it.
At this point, he'd lost all pride, every shred of dignity scattered at his feet.
Aria stared at him coldly. "Try acting pathetic again and I'll make sure the Cole Group disappears from this world. Don't believe me? You're welcome to test me."
There was an icy, dangerous edge to her eyes, a chill that couldn't be disguised. It was nothing like the way Hannah looked at him.
In fact, Aria had never looked at Liam with warmth, not even the first day they met.
Her words had been gentle, but her attitude was always distant.
For the first time, Liam understood—maybe she truly never liked him. "Then why... why did you agree to marry me in the first place?" he finally asked.
She paused mid-motion, looking at him intently. "Because you proposed."
Liam's mouth twisted in disbelief. "So, if anyone else had proposed, you'd have said yes to them too?"
"As long as he wasn't a terrible person and had a clean record, sure."
He clenched his fists. "You think marriage is some kind of joke?"
Aria answered evenly, "I told you from the start—I needed the marriage to avoid something, and that I have a cold personality and a bad temper. I could never promise I'd fall for you."
He froze. That really was what she'd said; back then, he'd just thought she was playing hard to get.
Aria let out a mocking laugh. "You proposed to me so Daniel would let you go abroad. We both had our reasons—so let's not point fingers.
"I respected your choices, whether you left or stayed; I took care of the Cole Group and your family. I owe you nothing. I owe the Cole family nothing. Now, get out."
She slammed the door. Liam just stood there, stunned.
Daniel had said he couldn't leave for overseas unless he found a wife to take over the company.
From the very start, he'd been wrong about everything.
He stumbled away, completely lost.
Owen, who'd been waiting in his doorway, looked across the hall, a complicated expression in his eyes.
He never would have guessed the reason Aria had married Liam was to escape something.
But what was it? He considered for a second—two years ago, she was only twenty, and the Solemnity Guild didn't let people go easily. She wouldn't stay with the Saxons, so...
If only the Saxon family had shown her a bit more love, she'd never have ended up entangled with Liam.
Leaning against the wall, Owen waited five minutes before pressing the doorbell.
This time, Derek opened up, yelling, "Who the hell—!" He stopped short, jaw dropping. "You... you're Mr. Shaw?"
Owen was surprised too. "Der..."
"Derek," he corrected quickly, "Derek Fletcher. Sorry about earlier, I thought you were that other guy. What brings you here?"
Owen replied gently, "I live across the hall. I was Aria's lawyer."
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