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Book 2. Chapter 9
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My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 10
...||...||....The night had passed with Alessa pouring all her love into him, her heart overflowing with emotions. She believed that this night had been the turning point in their tumultuous relationship, a moment when she finally felt she had truly connected with Rican, her husband. Every touch, every kiss had been filled with genuine affection, her love for him shining through with each intimate gesture. She had dreamed of such a night for so long, and now that it had happened, her heart was full of hope and contentment.However, beneath the surface, a storm was brewing. While Alessa basked in the glow of what she thought was the best night of her life, Rican's mind was consumed by something far darker. His heart burned with a desire for revenge, a need to punish for the pain of losing Sia, the woman he truly loved. Every act of intimacy with Alessa was a calculated move, a part of his plan to exact vengeance.Rican's touch had been gentle, his kisses passionate, but they w
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 11
...||...||....|Rican|Rican opened his eyes and felt the familiar weight of Alessa sleeping on his chest. Her hands were wrapped around his shoulder, her naked chest pressed against his warm, muscular body. He gazed at her peaceful face, her soft breath tickling his skin. A part of him wanted to remove her hand and slip away, to put some distance between them. Yet, he couldn't deny the warmth that radiated from her, seeping through his skin and into his heart.He lay there, the morning light casting a gentle glow over them; he couldn't help but reflect on the past night.Rican lay there, he couldn't ignore how Alessa felt against him. Her small, warm body was wrapped around his, her soft skin contrasting with the firmness of his muscles. The way her slender form fit so perfectly against him stirred something deep within him and caused a twitch of desire in his lower body.Her small, round breasts were pressed against his hard chest, and the sensation was intoxicating. The mem
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 12
...||...||....|Rican|It was already afternoon, and I was waiting at our usual restaurant for James. But that stupid guy was nowhere to be found. I glanced at my wristwatch again—he was already an hour late. Every time I called him, his response was the same: "Coming, just a minute..."I was so stressed that my mind was no longer working. "Did I take the wrong step by agreeing to sleep with her?" Her smile, her voice, her smell—everything about her was so vivid, constantly flashing before my eyes.I leaned back in my chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. The events of the night played over and over in my head like a relentless loop.And her smell—God, her smell. It lingered in my senses It was intoxicating, making it impossible to think clearly. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel her presence, as if I was still inside of her.I closed my eyes and heaved a deep sigh. The waiter approached again, his tone impatient. "Do you need anything else, or are you just wasting ou
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 13
...||...||....Alessa looked at the clock. The hands showed that it was well into the night, yet there was no sign of Rican. She had called him multiple times, but each time, her calls went straight to voicemail. Worry gnawed at her as she paced the living room, her mind conjuring up all sorts of worst-case scenarios.The minutes dragged by, each one feeling like an eternity. She checked her phone again, hoping for a missed call or a message, but there was nothing. The silence was deafening, the uncertainty unbearable.Alessa's heart was pounding, Stefano's urgent words echoing in her mind. "His life is in danger, Alessa. I need your help." The weight of those words settled heavily on her, and she felt her hands grow clammy with fear. What if something happened to Rican? She couldn't bear the thought.Alessa's heart raced as she dialed Stefano's number, her fingers trembling. But before she could complete the call, the front door swung open with a loud creak.Seeing him her ey
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 14
...||...||....|Rican|My heart went numb the moment I saw Sia on the floor, covered in blood, whimpering in pain. Tears of agony streamed from her already exhausted eyes. Without a second thought, I ran towards her, my feet moving on instinct. I scooped her into my arms, holding her close as I gently patted her back, trying to soothe her."You'll be fine, Sia. I won't let anything happen to you," I whispered, My hand pressed against her wound, trying to stem the flow of blood, but it felt futile as the warm, crimson liquid seeped through my fingers."I don't want to die, Rican... Please save me," she whispered, her voice weak and trembling as she was losing blood with every second.The door burst open, and a rush of people flooded in. Medics, police, bystanders—all converged on the scene. They pulled me back, taking Sia from my arms.Soon, we reached the hospital. Sia was rushed into the emergency room, and I could only watch as the medical team whisked her away. Doctor came
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 15
...||...||.Rican came out of Sia's room and went to his own, but his eyes widened as he saw Alessa lying in his bed. His jaw clenched in a mix of surprise and frustration. He hadn't expected to find her there, in fact, he didn't want her here. Sia was in his home—what if she woke up and found Alessa in his room? She would misunderstand the whole situation."Alessa, what are you doing here?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm but failing to hide his irritation.Alessa sat up, startled by the harshness in his tone.Ignoring his tone, Alessa replied nonchalantly, "Nothing, just preparing the bed for us.""Preparing what?" Rican almost yelled at her, his frustration mounting. Seeing Alessa so indifferent and standing against him was giving him a headache. "What the fuck are you up to right now, Alessa?"Alessa stood her ground, her eyes defiant. "I'm preparing our bed, Rican. We are married, remember?"Rican felt his patience slipping away. "Alessa, this is not the time for
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 16
...||...||...“Good morning,” Sia beamed as she descended the stairs, one hand resting gingerly near her scar as she carefully navigated each step. Seeing her enter the room, Rican immediately rose from his seat, concern etched across his face.“Why did you come down here? I was going to bring your breakfast up to you. You shouldn’t stress yourself, Sia,” he said, extending his hand to help her.Sia smiled warmly, accepting his hand. “I couldn’t stay in bed all day. I needed some fresh air.”Rican guided her to the table, his touch gentle and protective. “You need to take it easy. The doctor said you should rest as much as possible. Let me take care of you.”Sia settled into a chair, her smile never wavering. “You already do so much for me, Rican. I just didn’t want to feel like a burden.”“You’re never a burden,” he replied softly, squeezing her hand before releasing it. He moved to the kitchen, quickly preparing a tray of breakfast items and bringing it over to her. “Here, ea
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 17
...||...||.The evening had fallen, and the house was cloaked in a somber silence. The whole day had passed, and Alessa had not left her room. Rican sat at the dining table, his mind heavy with the events of the day. Martha served him food, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a solemn expression. Sia sat beside him, her eyes fixed on him, not wanting to leave him for a single second. She had been by his side the entire day.Rican absently pushed his food around on his plate, his appetite lost. The tension in the house was palpable, and he couldn't shake the image of Alessa's tear-streaked face from his mind.His eyes traveled to the seat where Alessa always sat at the table. They might not have shared much time together, but after living with her for months, he had grown accustomed to her presence without even realizing it. The empty chair seemed to bother him more than it should."She hasn't eaten anything since morning. I even went to her room and knocked on her door, bu
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