Chapter 15: I Won’t Divorce My Wife
Ever since they were kids, Selene had never been able to stand Lyra.
The girl had always been such a fragile crybaby, always using her innocence as a shield to gain sympathy.
And on one particular afternoon at Little Cup, Selene had decided she’d had enough.
A Childhood Rivalry That Never Ended
That day, Selene had been hanging out with a few of her friends when Lyra accidentally bumped into her.
Selene had seen the perfect chance to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.
With a simple nod from Selene, her friends had snatched the vanilla ice cream from Lyra’s hands.
When Lyra had tried to resist, they had taken it a step further—pinning her to the ground with force.
The ice cream had gone flying, splattering everywhere.
Leaning down, Selene had smirked, taunting,
“Still hungry for this? You want it back?”
She had been about to make Lyra lick it off the ground when—
A sharp kick from behind sent her stumbling forward.
It was Caspian.
It had been the first time anyone had dared to hit her.
Back to the Present: The Kai Lysandere Game, Different Rules
Lyra’s mocking voice snapped Selene out of her reverie.
“Selene, give it up. You’ll never beat me.”
Selene chuckled, leaning back in her seat, staring at Lyra as if she were the punchline of a bad joke.
“Oh? Is that what you’ve been thinking?”
Her smirk widened.
“That we’ve been competing this whole time?”
Lyra frowned, clearly not expecting this response.
“What do you mean?” she asked cautiously.
Selene’s sneer deepened.
“I never thought of you as competition. You’re not even close to being in my league.”
Lyra’s eyes darkened at that.
Her voice sharpened, her words aimed to cut deep.
“Do you really think you’re the chosen one, Selene? Without Lazarus, you’re nothing.”
Selene’s face darkened instantly.
The mention of Lazarus was like a dagger to the chest, a fresh wound ripped open.
Her rage flared, and in a flash, she slammed the cup of vanilla ice cream onto the table, sending it spilling onto the ground.
The room fell silent.
Lyra’s posture stiffened, her hands twitching as she glanced at the mess.
For the first time, she looked nervous.
Afraid that Selene might just pin her down again.
Selene’s voice turned cold.
“Are you asking for trouble today, Lyra?”
Lyra straightened up, trying to mask her unease.
Then, just as quickly, she schooled her features into a look of calm calculation.
“You want me to get rid of the baby, don’t you?”
Her voice was even, unreadable.
“I can do it. But I have one condition.”
Selene’s eyes narrowed.
If she really wanted Lyra to get rid of the baby, she would’ve already made it happen.
Lyra wasn’t in a position to bargain.
Still, curiosity won out.
She tilted her head, arching a mocking brow.
“What’s your condition?”
Lyra’s lips curved into a sly smile.
“You need to divorce Caspian.”
At the Vale Mansion: A Family Divided
The grand Vale Mansion was unusually tense that evening.
It wasn’t a holiday, nor was it a celebratory event—
And yet, most of the Vale family had gathered.
At the head of the table, Dorian Vale sat with the air of a king on his throne.
His sharp eyes landed on Caspian, unreadable but calculating.
Then, with a derisive snort, he broke the silence.
“Spill it, Caspian. What’s going on with you and that girl from the Lyra family?”
Caspian Holds His Ground
Caspian, cool as ever, didn’t flinch.
Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his tone calm but firm.
“Dad, my business is my own. No need for you to lose sleep over it.”
Celestia’s face flushed with anger, her voice rising like a storm about to break.
“Your business? Lyra is pregnant with your child, Caspian!”
“This is on you. That baby carries Vale blood. We can’t ignore it.”
One of Caspian’s uncles sighed, rubbing his temples.
“We should just settle her with some money and have her raise the child quietly, if you ask me.”
A murmur of agreement rippled through the family.
Then—
A loud slam.
Celestia’s hand hit the table, silencing them all.
“No. Divorce is the only answer. Caspian, you must leave Selene.”
A hush fell over the room like a thick fog.
The unspoken truth lingered in the air—
Caspian and Selene’s marriage was the bedrock of a fragile alliance between the Vales and the Carters.
Dorian’s empire had been built on this union.
Severing it now, especially so soon after Lazarus’s death, would be a disaster waiting to happen.
Finally, someone spoke.
A voice hesitant, but calculating.
“With the commander gone, I hear Selene isn’t exactly on good terms with her family anymore. Caspian, if you divorce her, it might actually work in our favor.”
Caspian’s Final Stand
Caspian’s head snapped up.
His gaze was sharp as broken glass.
His voice—low, deliberate, filled with warning.
“Let me make this clear—
I will not divorce my wife.”
Celestia’s Breaking Point
Celestia’s face twisted in frustration.
“What are you thinking, Caspian? Do you realize what you’re risking?”
Caspian’s jaw tightened.
His voice sharpened.
“Mom!”
His patience was wearing thin.
Even as he looked at Celestia, there was no warmth in his eyes.
Then—
Like a detective springing a trap, he fired a question that froze everyone in their seats.
“Tell me, Mom—
What exactly did you say to Mr. Carter the day you went to see him?”
