After four years of a loveless marriage, Eleanor is blindsided by her husband Arthur's abrupt decision to divorce her. The convenient arrangement that had suited them both had, seemingly, run its course. As Eleanor struggles to come to terms with the end of their marriage, she can't help but feel discarded - a pawn replaced by Arthur's rekindled flame, a woman from his past. But just as Eleanor is starting to rebuild her life, Arthur drops a bombshell: he wants her back. His reasons are unclear, but one thing is certain - His regret.
ดูเพิ่มเติม—ELEANOR-I don’t want to kiss Arthur. I have no intention to.We are getting a divorce and this kiss— this moment will only push us and hurt us in an unbridled way.My head is saying no but my body is submitting to his lips on mine, creating an apocalypse that I cannot fathom.I open my mouth and welcome him in, and our bodies collide, sending electric shocks through my nerves.The kiss leaves me breathless, my mind spinning, my body betraying me in ways I refuse to acknowledge.Just the two of us, inside this elevator, this limited space that only us can feel. My fingers still tremble from where they had clung to Arthur’s shirt, as if anchoring myself to reality, to something tangible. But reality is a cruel thing.Arthur pulls away slightly, his breath warm against my lips. His sharp eyes, always unreadable, soften just enough to make my stomach twist. As he catches his breath, he asks the question that makes my heart stumble.“Do you regret marrying me?”The words hit me harder
—ELEANOR. -The air feels thick as I step out of Justin’s car, my pulse quickening. Arthur stands in front of Cindy’s apartment building, his presence impossible to ignore. His sharp gaze flicks to me, then shifts to Justin as we approach.His tired hazel eyes don't fail to show how obnoxious he finds the duo in front of him.He proceeds to glare at Justin.Justin, ever composed, greets him politely. “Mr. Newton, CEO of HT Global Enterprise, it’s an honor to meet you.” His voice is smooth, respectful—but firm. It’s no surprise he recognizes Arthur.Arthur is a big shot. Justin reaches into his pocket with practiced ease, retrieving a sleek business card between his fingers. With a smooth motion, he hands it over, his lips curving into a confident smile.“I’m Justin Cent, director of Melodias Music School,” he announces, his voice carrying the crisp professionalism of a man who knows his name holds weight. “I didn’t expect to run into you tonight, not in a city this vast. Meeting A
—ELEANORThe night is still young, but exhaustion weighs on my limbs as I watch my colleagues gather their things. The company dinner we just had, had been nothing short of indulgent, and I can still feel the satisfying heaviness in my stomach from the rich food.Despite the lingering warmth of laughter and conversation, I have no desire to linger. The urge to slip away unnoticed pulls at me.I reach for my bag, pulling it close as I lower my head, ready to disappear into the night before anyone notices.But a familiar voice calling out my name makes me freeze.“Eleanor”I turn slightly, finding Justin, the school’s music director— my boss— standing a few feet away, hands tucked casually into his pockets. He’s watching me with that easy, confident smile of his.“Justin” I say awkwardly, He approaches me. “Let me drive you home.”I immediately start to shake my head. “Ah… you don’t have to,” I say, keeping my voice light but firm. “I can manage.”“It’s okay, it’s nothing,
—ARTHUR When I get back to the company, my assistant Liam is already waiting for me in my office. His expression is neutral, but I can tell he doesn’t have the answer I want.“Sir, I checked thoroughly. Justin has no known alias named Leon.”I nod, dismissing him with a wave, but frustration churns inside me. I hate how I’m feeling so wormy on the inside about all of this. So unsettled.The image of Eleanor smiling at the damn director strikes my mental screen and I curse under my breath.Agitated, I pull out my phone and call Klaus.He’s what one would call a best friend. I hardly befriend people. Klaus is an exception.“I need a drink,” I say the moment he picks up.Klaus lets out a short laugh. “You? Something must be up, what bee has stung you?” “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” I sigh.“Fine, fine. I’ll meet you at the usual spot.” He says, his tone dropping with ornery.**By the time I arrive at the bar of one of the exclusive hotels in town, Klaus is already there, two glas
—ARTHUR.-Last night was a mess. An off-the-counter kind of mess.I was drunk and disheveled and Brianna came onto me and decided to kiss me in the most back-hurting position where I couldn’t break it off easily and as fast as possible and Eleanor just had to walk in on us.I hate that she saw us like that, and I hate the way she stormed off.That incident still infuriates me today, and nothing will deter me from having a conversation with Eleanor. I'll even cut my meeting short if necessary to make sure I get the chance to talk to her.Feeling more than sobered up, I get into my car and make my way to Melodia Music School.I am confronting Eleanor right now and nothing’s going to stop that.I detest misunderstanding.I pull up in front of The school and make my way into the school building not caring if my car gets towed with my wrong parking.I haven’t been here before, I don’t know where these halls lead to and I don’t know where Eleanor’s office is.As I make my way down the hall
CHAPTER SEVEN—ELEANOR -I stand frozen, my feet rooted to the ground and struggling to process the scene before me.Arthur and Brianna are passionately kissing in our— Arthur’s bed, the door wide open for anyone to see.For me to see!For a moment, I just stood there, frozen. The air feels thick, suffocating, like the walls of the house are closing in on me.He is not pushing her away. Not really. His hands are on her arms, weak, unsure-like he has no strength to resist.And that was all I needed to see.Whatever foolish thoughts I had on the way here, whatever hope I had clung to, shattered in an instant. Arthur, my soon-to-be ex-husband, whom I've fallen shamelessly in love with, holds another woman, Brianna, in his arms.My chest goes tight and a piercing pain strikes it through. The air is thick with awkwardness, and I feel humiliation wash over me.Arthur moves and Our eyes lock, and he disentangles himself from her. Guilt and panic contort his face as he tries to explain.
ARTHUR — -Eleanor's gaze meets mine, and for a fleeting instant, time stands still. I arch an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing on my lips. Cradled in my arms, she exudes a subtle sweetness, her delicate fragrance intoxicating. The way she nestles into my embrace, fitting seamlessly against me, is utterly captivating.“You’re quite the clingy one aren’t you, waking up and holding me so dearly like this,” I tease, kissing my teeth and shaking my head.I watch Eleanor’s face heat up. She wiggles her body and breaks our contact.“Are you crazy?” I notice her cheeks are crimson.She hastily pulls her night dress to cover the rest of her body, her gaze scattering around the room before she turns to me and sneers.“Shut up!” Her voice comes out barely audible, but instead of anger like she is trying to instigate, it comes out flustered.I secretly smile to myself as she walks away to get properly dressed.I adore this side of her, this shy and flustered side of her that is new to m
—ELEANOR.— My lips go pursed when I realize my jaw has been hanging open for what feels like an eternity.I still can’t believe my eyes.Could it be that I was chosen as Arthur's wife four years ago because I resembled Brianna Brown? I remember the interview, not providing so much but yet, I was picked, without hesitation. Now, as I gaze at Brianna, I'm left wondering if my likeness to her was the reason behind Arthur's choice.My heart slows down and I tilt my head as my mind starts to hit another peak of realization.The past four years with Arthur - dedicating myself to him, loving him, and longing for his love in return - all seem pointless now. I've come to realize I'm merely a substitute, a stand-in to gulp down his illness while he waits to get better and get on with another woman.I am truly nothing but a faint shadow of the woman he truly desires.I don’t know the history he had with Brianna, or what they shared about how they were, but I can tell I am the third wheel
ELEANOR- It’s crazy, that during my four years of being married to this man, I’ve never seen such an outburst from him, such visible livid fumes curling out of his ears. He is making me feel small and I wish for nothing but the ground to open up and swallow me. I just wanted to help. I didn’t mean to cause any ruckus. I never could have imagined that a single phone call could trigger such a drastic chain of events. But as I stand there, frozen in shock, I realize that it's not just the call itself - it's the venomous words that spill from Arthur's lips like poison. My heart plummets into my stomach as I watch him unleash a fury I've never seen before. His eyes blaze with a fierce intensity, and his voice is low and menacing. "If anything happens to Brianna, you'd better be prepared to face the consequences," he growls, his words dripping with malice. "And worry about being able to afford to take responsibility." .Arthur spins on his heel and strides out the door, leaving me r
ELEANOR— - As I lay on the bed, enveloped in my husband's warmth, I nestle my back deeply into his arms, feeling his gentle grip on my waist as he pulls me closer. Soft, tender kisses dance across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The blood-boiling sex we shared still resonates, the lingering sensations on my skin and between my legs a reminder of our loving encounter. His arms around me tighten more and his lips press on the bane of my shoulder igniting more warmth in my body. His lips move to my neck where he kisses me passionately and excitedly and then moves to my cheeks where he places the last few kisses before letting his mouth leave me. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want to melt into Arthur and absorb his entirety. Surprisingly this time his touch feels more intimate than before, more secure, and more enthusiastic. It’s not unlike Arthur to touch me or kiss me, but tonight just feels different— different in a way that keeps me satisfied and pleasure-filled....
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