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Book 2. Chapter 35
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My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 36
...||...||...|Sia|.Her madness knew no boundaries as she marched straight towards him, her eyes blazing with fury. Without a second thought, her hand swung through the air, landing a resounding slap on his cheek. The force of it made his head whip to the side, and the sharp sound echoed through the empty room, hanging in the silence that followed.For a moment, neither of them moved. The air was thick with tension, charged with the aftermath of her outburst. They stood frozen, locked in place by the intensity of the moment.Slowly, Xavier turned his head back to face her. His eyes were now cold and vacant, as barren as the Sahara. There was no trace of anger, no sign of retaliation or shame. He simply stared at her, his gaze piercing and unyielding."Are you calm now?" he asked, his voice steady and devoid of emotion. The question hung in the air, challenging her, testing her resolve.She expected a reaction, a response, anything to match the turmoil that raged within her.X
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 37
...||...||....|Rican|The sun rays peeked through the curtains and fell on her face, causing her to scrunch her eyes for a moment before drifting back into sleep. Rican, noticing her discomfort, gently blocked the rays with his hand. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as he gazed at her serene expression for quite some time.She looked so peaceful, her features softened by sleep. There was a vulnerability to her that he rarely got to see, a side of her that made his heart swell with something he couldn’t quite name. His fingers lightly brushed a strand of hair away from her face, careful not to wake her.Rican adjusted his pillow, his gaze never wavering from Alessa's sleeping form. A small smile played on his lips as he watched her, utterly captivated by the sight of her peaceful slumber. He couldn’t help but whisper to himself, "When did I fall so deeply in love with you, Ally?"This feeling was new and overwhelming for him—an intensity he had never experienced before. Rican
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 38
...||...||....Alessa huffed in playful frustration as Rican carried her effortlessly around the mansion, her attempts to get him to put her down proving completely ineffective. “Rican, seriously, can you please put me down now?” she asked for what felt like the fifth time.Rican only grinned in response, his grip on her firm and unwavering. “I told you, Ally. I promised I’d carry you around the whole mansion, and I always keep my promises,” he said with a teasing glint in his eyes.“..And as far as I know you can’t walk on your own after that awesome love making session, Am I right?”- He smiled, earning a smack from her on his shoulder. As they roamed the mansion together, laughter and light teasing filling the air. Alessa didn’t really mind being carried by him. As they continued their leisurely stroll, Alessa couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Being in his arms, even if he was being stubborn about it, felt right, Safe. Like she was exactly where
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 39
...||...||....Aleesa 's meeting with Xavier was nice, she had expected him to be angry with him but to her surprise he didn't behave different in fact he was comfortable and accepted her apology.Alessa was lying on her bed, mindlessly scrolling through her phone, when a message notification popped up. It was from Xavier: "Good night. The message was simple, yet it brought a smile to her face. She hadn't expected Xavier to be so forgiving and warm after everything that had happened.Still smiling, she typed a quick response, "Good night, Xavier. Take care." She sent the message.Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, and Rican stepped out. The steam from his shower billowed into the room, and he walked out with a towel slung low around his hips, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. His hair was damp, and he looked relaxed, yet there was a certain intensity in his eyes as he gazed at Alessa.He noticed the smile on her face and raised an eyebrow playfully. "What’s
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 40
**-**-**-**.The atmosphere at the breakfast table was light and cheerful as everyone enjoyed their meal, "So, Alessa, how’s your college going, especially since this is your last semester?" -Sia asked with genuine interest, sipping her coffee.Alessa’s face lit up with excitement. “It’s going perfectly fine! I’m really excited about my graduation ceremony. I’ve planned so many things,” she said, her enthusiasm evident in her voice.Rican, sitting beside her, couldn’t help but smile widely at seeing her so happy. Sia, too, smiled, looking content and genuinely happy for her. There was no hint of malice or jealousy in her demeanor.“Alessa, I’m thinking about having a little get-together before your graduation. Why don’t you invite your friends, and I’ll invite mine? Since Rican and I share mutual friends, this would be a great chance for you to get to know them too. What do you think, Rican?” she asked, turning to him.Rican nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that sounds like a great plan.
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 41
41...||....Alessa told her driver to speed up, feeling increasingly tense. She tried calling Rican again, but he still didn't answer, making her more anxious by the second. "Can you please go faster, Uncle?" she pleaded with the driver, uncle, she called him uncle since he was the age of her father. If her father were alive today.Finally, the car pulled up in front of her home. Without wasting any time, Alessa jumped out and rushed inside. She quickly scanned the room but didn’t see him downstairs. Heading upstairs to their room, she opened the door—and there he was, lying on the bed with his eyes closed.Alessa glanced at the clock—it was only 9 p.m. and Rican was already in bed, apparently asleep. Confused but assuming he must be exhausted, she walked over and gently caressed his head."He must be tired," she thought.Her phone suddenly rang, interrupting the quiet moment. She answered quickly."Hey, did you get home safely?" Xavier's voice came through the line.His rough v
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 42
42...||....Eyes closeTears streamed from Alessa's closed eyes as her mouth hung open, desperate for air. Her body trembled with every second, the pressure building too much to bear. Her fingers clenched tightly around the bedcovers, knuckles white with effort."Ahh... Ri..." she moaned, her voice shaky and weak.And there he was hiding his face in between her legs.His face pressed firmly against her. His tongue worked relentlessly, licking and sucking every drop of her arousal, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. He devoured her with a hunger that left her gasping, each stroke of his tongue sending shockwaves through her body.His lips and tongue worked with purpose, savoring her reactions, as though he was making sure she knew just how much he craves.Who would have thought when you open your eyes the first thing you feel your dear husband suffocating himself in between of your pussy?Alessa remembered all too well the looks she got the last time she went downstairs—the way
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 43
.And again that nonsense of Xavier, he didn’t pick Sia’s phone call. It’s the time of him executing their final plan but Xavier, he was refused to contact with him. Sia drove to his room and to her dismay he was not there, she stomped her foot on ground in anger.“What the fuck is your problem, Xavier?” she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. "There’s Rican and Alessa fucking each other like animals, and all I can hear are their moans and screams! Meanwhile, you're standing here like a fucking stick. Do something!"Xavier’s calmness in the face of her outburst only enraged her more. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, casually offering her one as if she were simply having a bad day at work. “You look pissed. Why don’t you relax a little?”Sia slapped the cigarette pack out of his hand, her eyes blazing. “Pissed?!” she spat, her voice rising to a shriek. “I’m burning inside, Xavier! I can’t stand that bitch in their house for even another minute. If you don’t do
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