All Chapters of Divorcing My Ruthless Husband : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Summer’s Point of ViewAs my days at the hospital came to a close, I realized I would be discharged in just two days. It was a relief to know that I could finally go home and work on my marriage with Steven, as we had agreed in our contract. While I hadn’t mentioned it to him, I could tell that he was making an effort. He would bring me food for dinner without being asked, and it made me feel relieved. However, today I asked him to stop because I had grown tired of it. In fact, I had been consuming a lot of junk food and snacks lately, which had left me feeling full and satisfied.Unaware, my eyes gradually shut as I drift off to sleep. Suddenly, I awaken, feeling chilly, noticed that the entire room was pitch black, and the only sound was the hum of the air conditioner. Nonetheless, I saw a faint glimmer of light emanating from the corner.As I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision, I glimpsed Steven intently focused on his laptop. With a gradual movement, I rose from my bed and made my

Summer’s Point of ViewAt first, I was caught off guard. But soon, I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding and stood up. My intention was to return his phone, but to my dismay, I was not successful in erasing the entire call history. He was reluctant to take it, but eventually, his hypnotizing eyes gave in to the glow of the screen. As he examined the call history, his sword eyebrows knitted together serenely, yet he remained silent. When he reached out to claim the phone, I instinctively pulled it away again, feeling a surge of apprehension.He remained silent once more. As a result, a small irritation crept into me. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”“What am I supposed to say?”“You have every right to be furious!”“Why would I?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of fascination and indifference.“Although I knew I didn’t have your permission, I couldn’t resist the temptation to answer the call on your phone!”“And so?” “So…so…” My words dangled in the air, unable to weav

Summer’s Point of ViewHis touch was electrifying as his hand found its way to my neck, his grip firm yet strangely gentle. I could feel the intensity building between us, a raw desire that seemed to consume every inch of my being. With a subtle movement, I guided his hand, urging him to tighten his hold, craving the intoxicating sensation of his touch.As the air grew thick with excitement, I found myself gasping for breath, my chest rising and falling with each passing moment. In a passionate pursuit of deepening our connection, I boldly extended my hand towards him, gently intertwining our fingers. With a subtle yet deliberate motion, I guided his hand towards my chest, inviting him to explore the contours of my bosom, igniting a fiery hunger between us. The consequences of my actions were undeniably apparent, as felt by the sudden wetness between my legs and an unmistakable shift in his demeanor.Feeling the heat emanating from his body, I slowly slipped my free hand inside his pa

Summer’s Point of ViewAfter the events of yesterday, Steven and I kept quiet about what had happened. He was the one who handled my discharge, and later that night, I returned to our house.As I sat in front of the table, my attention was drawn to the empty coffee cup before me, staring blankly at it. The faint aroma of fresh brew mingled with the scent of evening dew seeping in through the open window, creating a peaceful ambiance. Suddenly, the loud buzz of my phone shattered the tranquility. I glanced at the caller ID and ignored it, but my eyes remained fixated on the device, waiting for it to stop. Just as I thought it had, the phone rang again, jolting me out of my reverie as it echoed through the entire living room.“Don’t you want to answer it?” Nana Tere asked, placing yet another cup of black coffee in front of me. After she put it down, she hesitated before adding, “This is your fourth cup. I’m afraid I can’t give you another one.”I had been so preoccupied that I hadn’t

Summer's Point of View We were speeding in his Mercedes Benz, travelling in the fast lane. Since he hadn’t brought his driver along, he ended up driving and I sat in the passenger seat. He had his nose to the grindstone on the road while I had my eyes glued to his face. The crackling radio emitted nostalgic tunes, filling the thick silence as the nightfall draped us in its pitch-black cloak. He had caught on to my long-term gawking and gave me a piece of his mind. “Speak your mind instead of giving someone a cold. I’m not a mind reader or have a crystal ball to magically know what’s going on inside your head.”I shook my head and refocused my gaze on the road ahead. I didn’t want to stare at him like some obsessed wife, but the information he was revealing was more confusing than helpful in my attempt to regain my memories. Earlier, when I asked him to clarify his words, he deftly avoided the topic, leaving me with a lingering doubt that had been weighing on my mind ever since.After