Lucas, Let’s Get a Divorce Novel – “Can you take me to the hospital? My back hurts so bad I can’t even move… it’s unbearable…” Liora Hughes’ old spinal injury had flared up again. Ever since a severe fever in her childhood, she had lost her voice and could only communicate weakly through sign language. Now she stood beside the bed, silently pleading with her husband, Lucas Chandler, to take her to the hospital.
Last night, half-asleep, she was jolted awake when her husband, whom she hadn’t seen in three months, suddenly stormed into her bedroom and pulled her into his arms. Without warning, he began to make love to her, almost desperately. She instinctively responded but still tried to remind him—begged him—to be gentle, warning him that her old spinal injury hadn’t fully healed and could be aggravated. But Lucas didn’t listen.
He only grew more aggressive. Unable to bear it anymore, she bit him. It was just a reflex, a desperate attempt to get him to stop. But it backfired. The bite only seemed to provoke him further. Like a man possessed, he pressed her against the wall, kissed her roughly, and devoured every trace of her protest. In that moment, she truly felt she might break. But the man before her was completely out of control.
There was nothing she could do to stop him. And sure enough, the next morning, she was awakened not by sunlight but by searing pain. Her entire body was stiff; her spine throbbed like it had been smashed by a hammer. She couldn’t even sit up. All she could do was ask Lucas to take her to the hospital. But when she gently nudged him awake and made her request, instead of showing a hint of concern, he flew into a rage.
He shoved her hand away and snapped viciously: “Liora, can you stop using this kind of crap just to get my attention? Just because you once got hurt for me doesn’t mean you can hold that over my head forever. I hate manipulative women like you. You disgust me. I’m busy—get someone else to play along with your drama.” With that, he stormed out and slammed the door behind him. Liora even heard the roar of his engine as he sped away. But she really was in pain.
It hurt just to breathe. A year ago, when Lucas was almost assassinated by a hitman hired by his own uncle, Liora had thrown herself in front of him and taken the blow, damaging her spine. Lucas had spared no expense, hiring top-tier doctors and buying state-of-the-art equipment to treat her. The medical team said she had recovered completely. But two months ago, while she was rehearsing for this year’s tour, the old injury came back with a vengeance, sharp, piercing pain that left her breathless.
After a full examination… Her career was over. The spinal nerve damage had worsened. Although treatment could prevent it from affecting her daily life, she could never dance again. The moment she got the results, she texted Lucas. But apparently, he didn’t care. The message disappeared into silence. No reply, not even a word. She cried her heart out at home, then accepted the reality.
She couldn’t die. Life still had a long way to go. After thinking it over, Liora decided to stick to her original plan: pursue conservative treatment while finishing the tour. She would give her career a graceful ending.