Chapter 43

A month later, Kiara and Lucas went to court to officially dissolve her marriage much to the sadness of Marth who was really hoping that they got back together. Now, she knew that there was really no hope of them coming back so she could stop dreaming.

The court was quiet as Kiara and Lucas stood in front of the judge. The atmosphere was tense as they were about to dissolve their marriage. Lucas had a blank expression on his face, while Kiara was fuming with anger.

The judge began to speak, "We are here today to dissolve the marriage of Kiara and Lucas. Do you both agree to this?"

Lucas nodded his head, while Kiara spoke out, "Yes, Your Honor. I want this marriage dissolved as soon as possible."

The judge then turned towards Kiara and asked, "Do you have any grounds for this dissolution?"

Kiara's face twisted with rage as she spoke out, "Yes, Your Honor. Lucas is a manipulator. He has been manipulating me from day one of our marriage. He never cared about me or my feelings. He just wanted to control me."

Lucas' expression changed to one of surprise and hurt as he heard Kiara's words. He opened his mouth to speak, but Kiara cut him off.

"Don't you dare deny it, Lucas. You know that you are a manipulator. You made me believe that I was crazy. You made me doubt my own feelings. You made me do things that I never wanted to do. I can't live like this anymore."

Lucas looked down at the ground, ashamed. Kiara's words had hit him hard, and he couldn't believe that she thought of him in this way.

The judge listened to Kiara's words before turning towards Lucas and asking, "Is there any truth to what she's saying?"

Lucas took a deep breath before responding, "Your Honor, I don't believe I'm a manipulator. But I understand that Kiara may have felt that way, and for that, I'm sorry."

Kiara rolled her eyes at his apology, not believing that he was truly sorry. The judge then looked at both of them and spoke out, "It's clear that there are some issues between the two of you. However, for the purposes of this court, we will proceed with the dissolution of your marriage. I hope that both of you can move on from this and find happiness in your future endeavors."

As Kiara and Lucas left the court, Kiara couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. She was finally free from Lucas' manipulations, and she was ready to start a new chapter in her life which entailed dealing with him.

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Lucas walked into the club with a heavy heart, the weight of his failed marriage with Kiara bearing down on him like an unbearable burden. He couldn't believe that it was over, that the love they once shared or if they even shared it had dissolved into nothingness.

He made his way to the bar, his eyes scanning the dimly lit room as he took in the thumping bass of the music and the colorful lights that illuminated the dance floor. He signaled to the bartender, ordering a double shot of whiskey, and downed it in one gulp.

He ordered another, then another, each shot burning down his throat like a reminder of his pain. He didn't care about the cost or the consequences; he just wanted to forget, to numb the ache in his heart.

As he sat there, drowning himself in alcohol, he watched the people around him dance and laugh, their carefree attitudes like a slap in the face. He couldn't understand how they could be so happy when he felt like his world had crumbled around him.

The night wore on, and Lucas lost track of how much he had drunk. He stumbled onto the dance floor, his body swaying to the beat of the music. He didn't care that he looked foolish, that he was making a spectacle of himself. He just wanted to escape, to feel something other than the pain that consumed him.

As the club started to empty out, Lucas stumbled out into the night, the cold air hitting him like a ton of bricks. He didn't know where he was going, didn't care. All he knew was that he was alone, his heart shattered into a million pieces.

He stumbled down the street, his mind foggy with alcohol, until he collapsed onto a bench. He sat there, staring up at the stars, feeling more lost than ever before. He didn't know where to go from here, how to pick up the pieces of his life and move on.

But for now, he would just sit there, lost in his pain and drowning in his sorrow because he knew that there might not be any happiness for him again. That was just the rude shock he was living in and the earlier he got used to it, the better for him.

Later on, he stumbled out of the club, the blaring music still ringing in his ears. He fumbled with his keys, trying to find the right one for his car. His vision was blurry, and he had to squint to focus on the shapes in front of him.

Finally, he managed to unlock the car door and collapse into the driver's seat. He fumbled with the ignition, struggling to get the key into the slot. After several attempts, he managed to turn the key and the car roared to life.

As he drove down the dark and empty streets, his mind raced with thoughts of the night he had just experienced. He remembered the shots he had taken, the girls he had flirted with, and the dancing he had done.

But now, the alcohol was taking its toll. His head was spinning, and he felt like he was about to vomit. He rolled down the window to let in some fresh air, but the cold night air only made him shiver.

As he drove, he swerved from side to side, barely managing to stay on the road. He tried to focus on the white line in the center of the road, but his vision was too blurry.

Finally, he pulled into his driveway and stumbled out of the car. He fumbled with his keys again, trying to get the door open. When he finally managed to get inside, he collapsed onto the couch.

His head was pounding, and he felt sick to his stomach. He knew he had made a mistake by drinking too much, but it was too late now. All he could do was wait for the alcohol to wear off and hope that he wouldn't feel too terrible in the morning.

As he lay on the couch, his mind drifted off, and he fell into a deep, alcohol-induced sleep.