All Chapters of Divorcing My Ruthless Husband : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Summer's Point of ViewAs the car came to a halt, he kissed me with fervor, leaving me in a daze. I couldn’t comprehend how we made it inside. The heat between us was intoxicating; I had lost all sense of rationality. All I recall was him lifting me up as we continued to kiss, my legs tightly wrapped around his waist. When we arrived at our room, he quickly laid me on the bed and removed his white polo like a beast eager to devour its prey. He then licked my neck and whispered seductively in my ear, “I’ve missed this scent. I’ve missed your body. I’ve missed your moans. I miss everything about you. No one can understand how much I desire to touch you, but I’m afraid you’ll hate me.”In my mind, I wondered why he was suddenly so talkative. Had he lost his ability to remain tight-lipped as he usually did? I bit my lower lip, stealing glances at his abs.I was positive that I had not consumed any alcohol, yet I felt intoxicated by his mere presence. Lost in thought, I had failed to real

Summer’s Point of ViewLiving a life based on truth and devoid of any form of deception was undeniably the most fulfilling experience one could have. However, what if you had realized that the problem was not the people around you, but you were the one causing the harm all along? How could you handle such a realization? Would you be able to forgive yourself for the wrongs you had done?As I gazed at the ominous black cloud hovering in the sky, a sudden wave of realization crashed over me. The air was thick with the scent of rain, and the sound of distant thunder rumbled in the distance. Despite the darkness of the cloud, I couldn’t help but find it beautiful, a sight that always brought me comfort. I pulled my knees to my chest, feeling the softness of the bed beneath me, and surrendered to the tranquility of the moment.I ran my fingers through my long black hair and pulled the sheet up to my chest. Glancing to my side, I realized that the man I had slept with the night before was no

Summer’s Point of View“Why do you need to ask? Your memories will eventually come back to you if you just wait.”He stared at me, his expression gentle yet slightly intense. It was as if he was communicating a range of emotions to me, but I struggled to discern their meaning. Feeling unsure, I averted my eyes and fidgeted with my fingers.“And what if they won’t come back anymore?”“Then, it is what it is. Let it be.”“But Steven, it doesn’t work that way! I want to know and remember everything! I want to atone for my mistakes because I don’t want to upset people anymore.” I was not angry, just overwhelmed by emotions. “I don’t want to be stuck in the shadows forever.” I declared, locking eyes with him.“Didn’t you claim to remember everything? Was that not the truth?” he asked, his tone cold and distant. He let out a chuckle, but this time it was laced with a hint of anger. “Summer, how can I confide in you when you can’t even be honest with yourself? Why must you lie, even in trivi

Summer’s Point of ViewMy ears perked up at what she had said, and I couldn’t help but clench my palm, revealing the white in my knuckles. Despite feeling like my ego had been trampled on, I attempted to swallow my honor and present her with the kindest smile I could muster before retracting. “Are you excited, Miss Taylor? Do you happen to be one of those girls who eagerly await for us to split so you can have your way with my husband? It seems like you’re displaying a bit of desperation, aren’t you?”I laughed as I observed her restlessly turn her head from side to side, as if apprehensive that the press would hear what I had just said. Her ears turned red, and she swallowed anxiously, but I wasn’t done yet. I expressed my thoughts, asserting, “Initially, I believed you were only upset with me because of my past with your brother. However, I had no clue that you were also envious of me for being Steven’s wife. Unfortunately, I have to break it to you that a divorce won’t be happening

Summer’s Point of ViewAs I stood there, a heavy stone seemed to be stuck in my throat, causing me to remain rooted to the spot. The sound of my racing heartbeat drowned out the faint rustling of leaves nearby. My knees felt as if they were made of wobbly Jell-O, barely able to support me. The air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass, but my mind was too preoccupied to fully register it. All that existed for me in that moment was the emptiness that seemed to define me. I searched the depths of my mind, trying to find the right words to say to him.“Uhm…” I found myself at a loss for words, uttering only a hesitant mumbled when suddenly—“I’m just kidding,” he said, before closing the distance between us and ruffling my hair playfully like I was a child. He then walked forward, and I assumed he was heading inside the mansion. However, he stopped at the entrance and turned back, his hands in his pockets. “Why are you still standing there? Let’s go inside.”I nodded and hurried