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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
My husband hates me Book 2, Chapter 48
48.Alessa sat in the corner of the room, terror coursing through her veins like ice. Her back pressed against the cold wall as if it could offer any protection from the storm she knew was coming. Her throat felt dry, her body shaking uncontrollably with fear. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself.Across the room, Rican sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes locked onto her with a fiery intensity that made her want to disappear. The silence between them was suffocating. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the burning anger radiating from him, sending her already paralyzed body into a deeper spiral of panic.Tears streamed down her face, and her breathing became shallow, echoed by desperate hiccups. Every second felt like an eternity as she watched him stand up, his every step toward her echoing like the ticking of a bomb. The closer he came, the more she tried to press herself against the wall, but there was nowhere left to go.In a sudden, terrifying move, Rican grab
My husband hates me Book 2, Chapter 49
Cahpter 49.Rican eyes went dark the moment his eyes feel on those hickeys, it was as if mocking at him, screaming at him- How many ways she betrayed him, how many ways she fooled him. his chest tighten with unbearable rage.‘You’re a whore’- those words escaped from his lips when all he could see his love bits on her shoulder and some were on her cleavage, his eyes didn’t see these marks since she was covering them with duvet but right now nothing can change the fact- the woman he loved with all of his heart was a slut.Alessa's tear-filled eyes met his, every word he uttered stabbing deeper into her heart, each accusation cutting like a blade. She instinctively tried to cover herself again, shrinking away from him as her trembling hands gripped the duvet, but there was no escaping the assault of his words."How many men have you lured, Alessa?" he spat, his voice dripping with scorn. "Are you a certified prostitute? How many guys did you fuck back in college?" His words
My husband hates me Book 2, Cahpter 50
50Rican staggered out of the room, leaving Alessa behind like a shadow of everything he once thought he knew. He couldn’t stay in that room a second longer—the air felt too thick, his mind too shattered.His chest tightened with every breath, and the pounding in his head matched the chaos inside him. As he stepped into the hallway, he barely noticed the mess around him. The broken bottles, the trash littering the floor—everything was a wreck, just like his life.The hall was empty, a quiet blessing. The last thing he needed was faces staring at him, seeing his rage, his hurt, his complete and utter devastation. He couldn’t face anyone, not now. His body was on the verge of collapse, every muscle drained, every step feeling heavier than the last. His mind was a storm of emotions; swirling with betrayal, anger, and pain so deep it burned.He dragged himself towards another room, his legs barely able to carry him any farther. The second he reached it, his body gave out, collaps
My husband hates me Book 2, Chapter 51
Chapter 51When Rican returned to the room, the mess around him was a stark reminder of the chaos he'd unleashed. Broken glass, clothes scattered, and furniture thrown around in fury—it all came back to him in flashes. His body ached from the exhaustion of his rage, and his mind felt numb, replaying the nightmare which happened a minute before then his eyes landed on Alessa.She was now fully clothed, sitting at the corner of the bed with her head tucked between her knees, her arms wrapped around her legs as if trying to shield herself from the world. She looked so small, so fragile, like someone who had been through the same storm and was just as worn out by it. He could see her shoulders trembling slightly, even though she tried to hide it.Rican let out a weary sigh. He was tired—tired of all the screaming, tired of the accusations, tired of his own anger. His body was drained, his mind numb, just like Alessa. He wanted peace, but he wasn’t sure if it was even possible
My husband hates me Book 2, Chapter 52
52.Alessa laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind refusing to quiet down. Sleep was far, every haunting thought that swirled in her mind. The moments at the party played over and over like a broken record, but no matter how hard she tried, the details remained blurry, frustrating her even more.She struggled to piece everything together, trying to remember every small interaction, every face. It was as if the fog clouding her memory was deliberate, blocking her from the truth. Then, her thoughts drifted toward Xavier. ‘Was it him?’ she wondered, trying to recall if there had been any signs, anything suspicious in his behavior. But nothing stood out. Xavier had never given her a reason to doubt him before.And then, like a bolt of lightning, a memory flashed through her mind."Hey, let’s have a party!"- Sia had insisted that night. Alessa had initially refused, saying she wasn't in the mood, but Sia had been so persistent, almost forceful about it.Alessa was always
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