All Chapters of Divorcing My Ruthless Husband : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Summer’s Point of ViewMrs. Turner placed the bottle of vino on the polished marble bar counter with a thud. The small sound echoed in the dimly lit room. She poured a generous amount of the ruby-red liquid into her glass, and the sweet aroma of grapes and oak filled the air. She stirred the wine with her index finger while her movements were slow, lost in thought. Suddenly, she lifted the glass to her lips and downed it in a single gulp, her throat contracting as the liquid slid down. She locked eyes with me, but the emotions she had displayed earlier had disappeared, leaving a blank expression on her face.“You know, Summer,” she started, her voice raspy and laced with emotion. “I still remember how I felt years ago when I first met you. I was thrilled at the prospect of your parents agreeing to set you up with my son. But you were as stubborn as a mule - headstrong and fiercely independent. We talked about your future, but you were determined to make your own decisions and forge yo

Summer's Point of View“Well, what's new? Remember when she stole that rare jewelry when her family business was going downhill?”“Yeah, I remember it well. She lost everything and was unable to keep up with her expenses like she used to. It was even worse when she started lying, thinking that someone would believe her.”The cacophony of voices around me was overwhelming as people whispered and gossiped, not bothering to conceal their disdain towards me. Their eyes darted towards me with a mixture of contempt and ridicule, making me feel like a spectacle on display. The surrounding was suffocating atmosphere as I tried to find the courage to defend myself. However, my tongue felt tied, and I was left feeling helpless in the face of their harsh words. To make matters worse, I had no allies to lean on and support me.“I didn’t steal it, I swear….” I poured all my effort into those words, but they still came out sounding feeble. The girl folded her arms and gave a stink eye before raisi

Summer’s Point of View Maxine’s countenance was overwhelmed with surprise, causing her to decline walking ahead of me. The two other young ladies had already expressed remorse and hung their heads in shame, yet Maxine’s demeanor persisted unaltered. A few of the other pointed fingers at her, asking why they also need to apologize to me and even ridiculing her. However, I chose to disregard their words and patiently waited for their apologies, which eventually came forth because Steven was standing beside me. After everyone in the area had apologized, my gaze landed on Maxine. With a cold tone, I asked her, “What now? You started this whole mess. I’m innocent, and you should be held responsible for spreading false information. You should’ve searched for your necklace on the third floor.” Although Maxine had not yet moved into her own place, she was now glaring at me. It was only when Steven spoke I understood why. “Megan,” he said, “I was considerate of you, given what your brother d

Summer’s Point of ViewHe came to a halt while sampling his meal. Gradually, he glanced up at me, seemingly seeking an explanation for my sudden proposal. On the other hand, I refrained from eating until he responded to me. Luckily, he spoke up just in time to prevent the food from getting cold. “Don't you think it would be too much trouble for you?”He got back from scooping up a spoonful of the food, brought it to his lips, and savored the taste before placing it back on the plate. His eyes then turned to me, and I couldn’t help but notice how regal he appeared, even while engaging in conversation with me. He fixed his attention forward, and I felt a sense of anticipation rise within me.I waved my head in return to his question. “I will not kick the bucket if I get moving, Steven,” I said, chuckling. “Though I may appear fragile, I’m capable of doing plenty. Cooking and delivering your meals wouldn’t be too much of a hassle, as what use am I to you if I can’t handle these small task

Summer’s Point of ViewWhen I woke up the next morning, I found myself alone in bed. Steven was no longer lying beside me. I tried to wait for him last night, but the constant stream of tears made me fall asleep. As I opened my eyes, a sharp pain shot through my swollen eyelids. The room was pitch-black, and the silence was so overwhelming that it felt like it was suffocating me. I could feel the heaviness of the curtains that blocked out the sunlight and kept the room in darkness. The stillness of the air made it feel like time had stopped. I wanted to go back to sleep, but the smell of stale air mixed with the faint scent of Steven’s aftershave made me long for his presence. As I gazed into the abyss for what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open. My head spun around, and my eyes fell upon Nana, who was beaming at me while holding a tray of steaming hot food. She carefully placed it beside the table and set up the bed table right in front of me. As she finished, she pulled b