The Underestimated Husband's Dominance

Chapter 7

Connor didn’t say a word after Lena’s mockery.

He didn’t even look at her again.

All he wanted was his phone. That was it.

After taking his phone, he still remained silent.

Then he turned toward the door to leave.

But before he could take another step, Lena’s cold voice rang out behind him.

“So that’s it?” she said mockingly. “You’re just going to pick up your phone and walk out like nothing happened?”

Connor stopped but didn’t turn around. His voice was calm when he finally spoke. “Yes. That’s exactly what I came here to do. Get my phone and leave.”

Lena scoffed loudly. “Oh, really? So that’s the story you’re going with now? You came all the way here just for your phone?”

Connor finally turned his head slightly. “Yes, Lena. I came for my phone. I didn’t come to beg you. I didn’t come to argue. I’m not here to crawl back into your life.”

Her lips curved into a cruel smile. “Of course. Because that sounds so believable.” She took a few steps toward him, folding her arms. “You expect me to believe you showed up here by coincidence? You think I can’t see through you? You came here to beg, Connor. You realized you can’t survive without me, and when you saw me with Ben, shame got the better of you, so you changed your story.”

Connor’s gaze stayed steady. “You can believe whatever you want,” he said calmly. “But the truth is, I didn’t come here to beg. I wouldn’t even want to live a servant’s life in the name of a husband, especially when my wife openly has an affair with another man.”

That hit her pride. Her smile faltered for a second, then returned colder. “A servant’s life?” she echoed, laughing bitterly. “Connor, you were lucky to even have a life with me. You talk about pride, but you forget you lived under my family’s roof. You ate our food, wore our clothes. And now, you suddenly grow a backbone?”

Connor shook his head. “You can call it whatever you want. But at least I know I never needed you to survive. I might have been broke, Lena, but I wasn’t lost. You just never cared enough to see that.”

Lena raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Please. Don’t act brave now. You and I both know you won’t last a week out there. You’ll come running back before you know it.”

Connor turned toward the door again, his patience almost gone. “I’ll survive,” he said simply.

“You won’t,” she said coldly. “Because you can’t survive without me. You’ve never been able to.”

He ignored her completely this time and started walking away.

But before he reached the door, her voice sliced through the air again.

“Wait.”

He stopped, sighing heavily but still not turning around.

“What is it now, Lena?”

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked sharply.

He turned slowly, confused. “What?”

She walked closer, her chin lifted high. “You heard me. Where do you think you’re going with my phone?”

Connor blinked, frowning. “Your phone?”

“Yes,” she said firmly. “I bought that phone for you, remember? And since I’m divorcing you, I want everything that belongs to me returned, including that.”

Connor stared at her, speechless for a moment. “You’re serious?”

“Very serious,” she said proudly, holding out her hand. “Give it to me.”

Connor let out a quiet breath, shaking his head in disbelief. “You want me to give you the phone, right here, in the hospital?”

“Yes, right here,” Lena said. “Or are you suddenly deaf? I said give it to me. I don’t care if people are watching.”

By now, a few nurses had paused near the doorway, watching silently. One of them whispered to another, recognizing Lena Montgomery immediately.

Connor glanced around briefly and saw their curious faces, the pity in their eyes. His stomach tightened from the humiliation, but he refused to show it.

He pulled the phone out slowly, unlocked it, and went through the settings. His fingers moved calmly despite the heat burning in his chest.

Lena frowned. “What are you doing?”

Connor didn’t answer. He scrolled for a few seconds, then tapped Factory Reset. The screen flashed, then went blank.

When the reset completed, he handed the phone to her silently.

“There,” he said quietly. “Now it’s just a piece of plastic. You can have it.”

Lena took it, smirking as if she’d won a battle. “Good. You should’ve known better than to hold onto something that wasn’t yours.”

Connor said nothing. He didn’t argue, didn’t defend himself. He just looked at her one last time calmly and completely done.

For a moment, she seemed unsettled by how composed he looked. She had expected him to explode or beg just to boost her pride in front of the crowd, but his silence made her uneasy.

So she lashed out again, needing to feel control.

“Come to my father’s mansion tomorrow morning,” she said suddenly. “We’ll make it official.”

He frowned. “Make what official?”

“The divorce,” she said flatly. “You’ll sign the papers tomorrow. The earlier we end this farce, the better. I don’t want to ever see your face again.”

Connor’s chest felt tight, but his voice didn’t show it. “Fine. I’ll be there.”

Lena lifted her head slightly, a cruel smile forming. “Good. Maybe after that, you can finally stop pretending you’re anything more than a mistake I made.”

Connor’s jaw tightened. “If that helps you sleep at night, then keep believing it.”

Lena blinked, almost surprised by his steady tone. She had expected him to crumble but he didn’t. Instead, he turned around again and began walking toward the door.

The nurses stepped aside quietly as he passed. Some looked at him with pity, others with admiration for how calmly he handled the humiliation.

When he reached the door, he paused just for a second. He didn’t look back when he said, “You’ll regret this, Lena Montgomery.”

Then he walked out.