THE LOST HEIRESS RETURNS AFTER DIVORCE
Chapter 121: He Truly Had Locked Her Out

Chapter 121: He Truly Had Locked Her Out

Caius was sitting outside the room, slouched in the chair by the door, one hand resting on his knee, the other holding an empty bottle of water. A tray sat beside him—an empty plate, the fork abandoned next to it.

She stared at the tray.

Had he been eating out here? Was he...waiting for her?

The low glow from the hallway light settled across his face. His expression was calm, but distant. His green eyes, however, tracked her every step like a shadow.

Heather didn’t say a word. She stayed quiet, her posture careful as she padded barefoot toward the bedroom door. She didn’t want to start another fight, not tonight.

But his voice stopped her.

"Where are you coming from?" Caius asked, his tone quiet and flat, but carrying that undercurrent she knew too well.

Heather clenched her jaw. She didn’t want to answer him. He was the last person who had the right to question her after everything. But the second he rose from the chair, towering over her, she felt small.

So now he wants to act like he cares? Now, he wants to play the possessive husband?

"That’s none of your business," she muttered, trying to sidestep him.

Caius didn’t move away. His hand lifted gently to her chin, fingers tipping her face upward. His eyes flicked over her—her tangled hair, the faint smudges of her lipstick, the way her blouse sat slightly off-center.

"Why do you look...un-arranged?" he asked, his voice rough, but quieter now. Almost like he was trying to hold something back.

Heather frowned, glancing down at herself. Maybe she looked a little disheveled, but that didn’t mean anything.

"What do you mean?" she asked cautiously, her gaze lifting to meet his.

"Did you sleep with Jake?"

Heather’s heart skipped for half a second, but she quickly masked it with defiance. She hadn’t. After they left the restaurant, she told Jake she was sorry for dragging him into her mess.

He had been surprisingly understanding. They ended up at her favorite ice cream shop, sitting across from each other like old friends. They also made Jake’s bucket list. That was all.

But none of that mattered now—not when Caius looked at her like that. Like she belonged to him, whether she wanted to or not.

"And if I did?" she asked, her voice steady.

Caius didn’t lash out or yell. He only smiled—a slow, unnerving smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Seeing that he found it funny, she didn’t want to have this conversation any longer. She was tired and exhausted, so she moved toward the door, but before she could grab the handle, his hand pressed flat against the wood, blocking her path. The door didn’t budge. She stared at him in confusion.

"What do you think you’re doing?"

"You’re not sleeping in this room tonight," Caius said calmly, his hand still pressed to the door.

Heather stared at him, waiting for the joke to reveal itself, but his expression never changed.

She laughed dryly, brushing past him to reach for the door again, but in one swift motion, his arm caught her waist, pulling her back a few steps. She stumbled but caught herself; her heels left her hand and clattered to the floor.

"You’re doing this because you think I slept with Jake?" Her voice cracked slightly. She was thinking he bluffed when he said she wouldn’t sleep here. He couldn’t possibly restrict her from sleeping here.

Could he?

Caius didn’t answer, but his jaw tightened.

"Caius, may I remind you...you slept with my half-sister during our marriage? You even got her pregnant." Her words snapped like a whip, each one laced with the old, festering anger that had never truly left her.

Caius exhaled tiredly, shaking his head. "I never got intimate with Lauren,"

Heather clapped her hands slowly, mocking applause filling the space between them. "Wow. You deserve an Oscar, Caius. Truly. That performance? Impressive. Five years later, you’re now denying it?"

"Heather..."

"Oh yes, right," she cut in. "Lauren just magically woke up pregnant. No explanation needed."

"Does Asher look anything like me?"

Heather opened her mouth—but nothing came out. Her lips parted, the retort caught in her throat.

Truthfully, Asher didn’t look like Caius. His features were different. The resemblance...was never there.

"What’s your point?" she asked weakly.

"My point is, you’ve been assuming things for years," Caius said, his voice quieter now. "You believed I betrayed you, but you never once asked me. You let your mind fill in the blanks."

Heather’s chest tightened as his words sank deeper, unraveling pieces of her anger with unwelcome clarity.

"Lauren was already pregnant from her previous marriage," Caius continued, his voice lower now, almost tired. "She moved back to the city because she had nowhere else to go. Yes, I cared for her. I pitied her. But I never laid a hand on her while you and I were married." His eyes pinned her in place. "I might’ve been harsh toward you... distant... but I never disrespected you like that."

For years, she had carried that grudge like armor, certain he had betrayed her in the worst way.

But now...

She didn’t even know what to say. Everything inside her felt turned upside down, years of resentment and certainty suddenly tangled in doubt.

"Do you still feel your disloyalty with Jake is justified?"

Caius didn’t wait for a reply, instead, he turned and pushed open the bedroom door. Once the door was shut, Heather heard the faint click of the lock slid into place seconds later.

He truly had locked her out.

She just stood there in the hallway, frozen. She had been holding off on hearing him out, because she felt it was justified... Now, what does it even mean?

She really wanted to believe he was lying, but the truth was evident on Lauren’s child himself. So she couldn’t even say or think it’s a lie.

And for the first time in years, she wasn’t sure what to believe anymore.