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Book 2. Chapter 39
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**-**-**-**.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
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 44
44.Alessa's hand rested gently on his shoulder, her head nestled against his chest, yet despite the warmth of his embrace, a cloud of uncertainty settled in her heart. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something felt off.Rican must have sensed it too because he pulled her closer, his touch tender as he cupped her cheek. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, lingering just long enough for her to feel the comfort and affection he always gave. Then he kissed the tip of her nose, light and playful, then forehead.Alessa released a deep breath, trying to mask the heaviness in her chest, she whispered, "I think you should leave now. You’re already late, Rican."Rican, however, lingered, clearly reluctant. It wasn’t the first time he had to travel for business—far from it. Before their relationship began, he’d left countless times without a second thought. Back then, he barely even noticed her presence. But now, everything was different. The idea of being away
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 45
45.|Rican|Rican stepped off the plane, the crisp air of New York brushing against his skin. His mind was already halfway between business and thoughts of Alessa. Most of the work had been handled over the phone; all that remained was signing a few documents to seal the deal. As he made his way through the hotel, he pulled out his phone, eyes drawn to the lock screen—a photo of him and Alessa on their first official date, right after he confessed his feelings for her.She looked radiant; her smile lighting up the picture, and his heart swelled just looking at it.He smiled to himself, remembering that day. A part of him wanted to call her, just to hear her voice, but he decided against it. She'd probably stayed up late seeing him off for his early flight, and he didn’t want to disturb her.As soon as he turned on his internet, his phone buzzed furiously, flooding with messages and notifications.The first few messages were harmless, mostly work-related or from friends, but
My husband hates me Book 2, Chapter 46
46Rican rushed into the house, heart pounding in his chest, the chaos of the living room hitting him like a slap in the face. Bottles scattered on the floor, chairs knocked over, remnants of the party still lingering. But none of that mattered. His eyes were searching for only one thing—Alessa.His steps were fast and determined, and before he could make it further into the house, Sia appeared in front of him, her face pale, her breath quick. She looked startled, almost panicked."Rican? What are you doing here? I thought you were on your business trip," she asked, her voice shaky, trying to force a calmness that wasn’t there.But Rican wasn’t in the mood for games. He ignored her question completely, his eyes narrowing as he studied her expression. Something was off. Sia looked tense, like she was hiding something, her eyes flickering nervously around the room, unable to meet his gaze."Where is Alessa?" His voice was cold, direct. There was no room for excuses.Sia hesitated, biting
My husband hates me Book 2 . Chapter 47
47.Xavier wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, wincing slightly but still managing a twisted smile. Sia stood in front of him, her arms folded across her chest, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. She looked at him like a puppet master admiring his perfectly executed performance.“Come on, Xavier," she called to him in a bored tone. "No one’s here. Snap back to reality.”He let out a deep huff, straightened his posture, and slowly pushed himself off the floor. Blood still trickled from his broken nose, mingling with the cut at the corner of his lip. But the pain was nothing compared to the twisted thrill he felt. He glanced up at Sia, who watched him with smug amusement.“That’s incredible," she said with a smile that dripped with malice. "I had some doubts in the beginning, but I never realized just how perfectly this plan would fall into place.”Xavier’s gaze shifted to the bed, which was now a disaster—sheets twisted, clothes scattered everywhere. His e
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