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Chapter 68: Our baby
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Divorcing My Ruthless Husband Chapter 69: Grieving (Part 1)
Summer’s Point of ViewWhen I woke up the next morning, I found myself alone in bed. Steven was no longer lying beside me. I tried to wait for him last night, but the constant stream of tears made me fall asleep. As I opened my eyes, a sharp pain shot through my swollen eyelids. The room was pitch-black, and the silence was so overwhelming that it felt like it was suffocating me. I could feel the heaviness of the curtains that blocked out the sunlight and kept the room in darkness. The stillness of the air made it feel like time had stopped. I wanted to go back to sleep, but the smell of stale air mixed with the faint scent of Steven’s aftershave made me long for his presence. As I gazed into the abyss for what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open. My head spun around, and my eyes fell upon Nana, who was beaming at me while holding a tray of steaming hot food. She carefully placed it beside the table and set up the bed table right in front of me. As she finished, she pulled b
Divorcing My Ruthless Husband Chapter 70: Grieving (Part 2)
Summer’s Point of View Alina Samantha R. Carter “What a lovely name you have. Alina. Samantha. R. Carter.” I knelt beside her tombstone, whispering her name once more, feeling the rough edges of the engraved letters under my fingertips. As I brushed away the small amount of dirt that had settled on the surface, I inhaled the scent of freshly cut grass and damp earth. After lighting the candle and setting it down, the soft flickering light cast a warm glow on her name. My tears had ceased, leaving my eyes feeling raw and bare. It seemed the well of my emotions had run dry since this morning’s outburst. I gently placed the bouquet and seat beside her. “How are you doing, baby? Have you met your grandparents?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “I apologize for the delay in my return visit.” I knew it may have sounded strange, but I had resorted to talking to myself as a means of dealing with the agony. At that moment, my gaze had shifted towards the grave marker adjacent to m
Divorcing My Ruthless Husband Chapter 71: Fellatio
Summer's Point of ViewAs he drew nearer, his breath warmed my lips, and the sound of rain faded in comparison to my racing heart. His grip on my waist was firm, sending shivers of anticipation through my body. I tried to shift my focus to the rain, but my every thought was consumed by the desire to feel his connection. It was as though my body craved his kiss, his embrace, and his touch like a wild animal in heat.After a brief moment of gazing at each other, he broke the silence, his voice barely audible amidst the sound of raindrops, “Do you know the reason behind me giving you flowers?”With his intense brooding eyes finally released from my own, I mustered a weak voice in response, one that I was certain would no longer be heard. "Why?"My knees turned to jelly and I couldn't feel them anymore, so I hoped he wouldn't let go of me. Despite my initial assumption that he hadn't heard me, I was surprised when he responded, and his reply was so unexpected that it almost caused me to c
Divorcing My Ruthless Husband Chapter 72: Paid a visit
Summer's Point of ViewAs the car came to a halt, he kissed me with fervor, leaving me in a daze. I couldn’t comprehend how we made it inside. The heat between us was intoxicating; I had lost all sense of rationality. All I recall was him lifting me up as we continued to kiss, my legs tightly wrapped around his waist. When we arrived at our room, he quickly laid me on the bed and removed his white polo like a beast eager to devour its prey. He then licked my neck and whispered seductively in my ear, “I’ve missed this scent. I’ve missed your body. I’ve missed your moans. I miss everything about you. No one can understand how much I desire to touch you, but I’m afraid you’ll hate me.”In my mind, I wondered why he was suddenly so talkative. Had he lost his ability to remain tight-lipped as he usually did? I bit my lower lip, stealing glances at his abs.I was positive that I had not consumed any alcohol, yet I felt intoxicated by his mere presence. Lost in thought, I had failed to real
Divorcing My Ruthless Husband Chapter 73: Love for Summer
Steven’s Point of ViewI slipped on my trousers and didn’t wear top anymore, gazing down at the tranquil goddess sleeping before me. I sauntered over to her bedside, captivated by her innocence. They were right, emotions could cloud your judgement, causing you to say things you didn’t mean. Regret consumed me every day for what I said to her that day, but I knew no amount of remorse could make things right again.Yes, I loved her. There was absolutely no doubt about it.I always do.I always will.Forgiveness and love were like two sides of the same coin, each with their own unique essence and depth. It was possible to expand the depths of affection for someone, even while carrying a flame of resentment towards them. In the wake of the heartbreaking loss of our child, it became abundantly apparent that my love for her remained strong and unwavering, in stark contrast to her own feelings towards me. My love for her caused me to turn a blind eye to her misdeeds, ultimately leading to he
Divorcing My Ruthless Husband Chapter 74: Money can take everything
Summer’s Point of ViewLiving a life based on truth and devoid of any form of deception was undeniably the most fulfilling experience one could have. However, what if you had realized that the problem was not the people around you, but you were the one causing the harm all along? How could you handle such a realization? Would you be able to forgive yourself for the wrongs you had done?As I gazed at the ominous black cloud hovering in the sky, a sudden wave of realization crashed over me. The air was thick with the scent of rain, and the sound of distant thunder rumbled in the distance. Despite the darkness of the cloud, I couldn’t help but find it beautiful, a sight that always brought me comfort. I pulled my knees to my chest, feeling the softness of the bed beneath me, and surrendered to the tranquility of the moment.I ran my fingers through my long black hair and pulled the sheet up to my chest. Glancing to my side, I realized that the man I had slept with the night before was no
Divorcing My Ruthless Husband Chapter 75: The real Missus Carter
Summer’s Point of ViewWe were on our way to Steven’s office, riding inside the car. Nana sat beside the driver, and I was in the backseat, quietly gazing out the window. As we passed by a large billboard featuring Amby’s face, my attention was drawn to her fingers, which bore scars.What happened to her fingers because of me? And why did I do it? My mind was filled with numerous questions, but I couldn’t find any answers.Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice that we had arrived at the building. It wasn’t until Nana called out to me I get back to my reverie. She was just about to step out of the car when I stopped her. “Nana, you can wait for me here. I might take a while inside as I have to wait in the lobby first.”Her brow creased as she asked, “Is Mister Steven in a meeting?”“No,” I responded, opening the door. “Just wait for me here.”Without waiting for her response any longer, I swiftly made my way into the building. Upon entering, the employees were all engrossed in their
Divorcing My Ruthless Husband Chapter 76: Office Access
Summer’s Point of View“Why do you need to ask? Your memories will eventually come back to you if you just wait.”He stared at me, his expression gentle yet slightly intense. It was as if he was communicating a range of emotions to me, but I struggled to discern their meaning. Feeling unsure, I averted my eyes and fidgeted with my fingers.“And what if they won’t come back anymore?”“Then, it is what it is. Let it be.”“But Steven, it doesn’t work that way! I want to know and remember everything! I want to atone for my mistakes because I don’t want to upset people anymore.” I was not angry, just overwhelmed by emotions. “I don’t want to be stuck in the shadows forever.” I declared, locking eyes with him.“Didn’t you claim to remember everything? Was that not the truth?” he asked, his tone cold and distant. He let out a chuckle, but this time it was laced with a hint of anger. “Summer, how can I confide in you when you can’t even be honest with yourself? Why must you lie, even in trivi
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