All Chapters of My Foreign Husband : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I tried to laugh with irony, but Jonathan was giving me back that feeling of inferiority that I hated, and I was barely able to smile with a soft mockery. He was staggering as he held me, had no balance even to maintain himself, and yet he kept threatening, oppressing, assaulting..."The real problem is that you are not a God and you can't control anyone's life," I pulled my arm with a jerk, and he tripped back. "You are dirty, impure, and have a soul as disgusting as your damn burned hand. What is yours is in jail, Jonathan, and I hope from the bottom of my heart that very soon you will get it.”I swirled and walked away, leaving Jonathan slightly leaning against the bridge parapet, but the traffic was chaotic and trying to cross away from a crosswalk forced me to walk almost the entire length of the bridge, waiting for a loophole to the other side. The security guard was willing to draw the attention of the drivers so that we could cross, there were only a few steps left for me to b

The windows overlooking the center flickered the afternoon sun into the room, reflecting on some photographs that decorated the table."Jon has not yet removed all the belongings," I grumbled, laying each of the picture frames that were on the table so that he did not see any photos."I'm going to ask his assistant to take care of it immediately," Anthony warned, promptly standing up.I didn't really like the feeling of kicking out Jon, but it wasn't comfortable looking at images from the past and not remembering my own past. There was a stain that I preferred to hide, since I could not clean it completely, and I avoided with dedication every trigger that could awaken it."He looked so beautiful in this photo," sighed Penelope, nostalgic."I know he's your father, Pen, but I really doubt that one day he was really beautiful," I played, settling in the huge chair. It was uncomfortable for my size, almost as if I were going to swallow myself if I stayed in the same position for too long

"Can anyone explain to me exactly who these people are? "Colton questions no one in particular, his voice sounding nasalized and moist. It is obvious that the bleeding in your nose has not decreased at all. “Mobsters? Bloodthirsty bandits? I swear I don't understand.”Jonathan seems even more upset."Understand that a driver has just been executed for not seeing that two women were fighting and that one of them fell in the middle of the street and was run over. Understand that I'm tired of being betrayed by people who should thank me for protecting them. And understand, friend, that the only way to get out of here, alive, is to convince me that your life is worth something.”"Is that all you want? Forgiveness? I ask for forgiveness! If you want to hurt me or kill me because you think I would have the courage to do the same with Penelope... "I open my arms as I get closer. “Go ahead, Jonathan. Colton is not to blame for you being crazy. I have.”Jonathan decidedly ignores what I say an

"I think that if we agree to be honest with each other, we will avoid unnecessary headaches," warns Jonathan, occupying a seat on the sofa that circulates the table of the establishment in which we stop. A restaurant that apparently works for twenty-four hours. Boston is asleep in a sepulchral silence, the kind that happens at the end of the night and until the beginning of dawn, but this is perhaps one of the few places that it is precious for nighttime customers. “Sit yourself.”It's disconcerting to be escorted somewhere by an armed man, but I don't think it's a good idea to dispute about it, so I take a seat in front of the table with a checkered lining and sink into the excessively soft sofa of a worn red leather.Without seeming too excited about the idea, Colton sits next to me a moment later. He presses a napkin on his nose, wiping it from the blood in the best way he can. The good news is that at least the bleeding has ceased."I'm not hungry," he says."That's your problem,

This matches Hunter's version. When I asked about his relationship with Jon, he said it was something like a debt... I suppose he intended to bring Jonathan here since the beginning of his escape, but he must have given up halfway, because he considered me his passage back to Turkey as soon as we got married. Taking me with him, maybe he thought Jonathan would give up pouring his anger on him. He just didn't count on the fact that Jonathan never knew what it really meant to care about someone. For him, loving and hating is almost the same thing."Have you never heard of my engagement to Dean Rivers? “I ask."Oh, yes, from this I knew... But I was hoping that this idea of marriage would not last long. My brothers never found a crooked line on that guy's record, but he wasn't the faithful type. I listened to his speech, and as much as my word is not worth more than his, love, he didn't meet others just for you to feel despised. It was a habit. I think you already know that.”I am stunne