All Chapters of Taming My Arrogant Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The fluorescent lights of the drug store flickered overhead as Scarlet stood in the aisle, staring at the array of pregnancy tests in front of her. Rows of pink and white boxes lined the shelves, each one promising quick, accurate results. Her hand hovered over one, her fingers trembling slightly before she grabbed it. She hadn’t even noticed she was holding her breath until she finally exhaled, the weight of the moment sinking in.How had she ended up here? A few days ago, she was barely able to stand the idea of being in the same room as Storm, and now she was standing in a drug store, facing the possibility of a pregnancy that could change everything. The irony wasn’t lost on her.The cashier didn’t look at her twice as she rung up the test, the beep of the scanner cutting through the silence. Scarlet felt a strange mix of emotions swirling inside her—fear, anticipation, and something she couldn’t quite name. She thanked the cashier quietly, shoving the test into her purse before s

The bar was dimly lit, the kind of place where the music was too loud and the lighting was just dark enough to hide your sins. It was perfect. The exact escape Scarlet needed after her run-in with her father. She pushed through the door, the low hum of conversation and the thumping bass wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. Tonight, she didn’t want to think, didn’t want to feel. She just wanted to drink until everything went numb.She walked up to the counter, nodding at the bartender. “Vodka. Straight.”He raised an eyebrow, probably surprised by the intensity in her tone, but didn’t say a word. Moments later, he slid the glass across the counter, and she downed it without hesitation, the burn in her throat matching the bitterness in her chest. Her mind was racing, thoughts swirling about the meeting with her father—how he had demanded she "do her duty" and bear a child for Storm. It was sickening. Her marriage had been nothing but a prison, and now she was expected to be s

The next morning, Scarlett woke up with her head pounding like someone had driven nails through her temples. She groaned, shielding her eyes from the sunlight that streamed through the gaps in the curtains. The taste of wine still lingered on her lips, and her mouth felt as dry as sandpaper.She sat up slowly, her body protesting every movement. Her head spun as she swung her legs off the bed, and she had to sit there for a moment, her hand clutching her forehead. ‘What the hell happened last night?’Memories of the night came in fragments—the argument, the sarcastic banter with Storm, the wine. She vaguely recalled Storm pouring her another glass, his dark eyes watching her as they exchanged bitter words. She had no idea when the night had ended or how she had even managed to get into bed.With a deep breath, Scarlett pulled herself to her feet and padded out of her bedroom, expecting to find the usual silence of an empty penthouse. As she walked into the living room, however, she no

Storm left the bar much earlier than expected, brushing off Russell's surprised look as he stepped out into the crisp night air. He didn't have a clear plan or reason for why he was heading back to the penthouse—he just knew he wanted to be there, wanted to see if Scarlett was still awake, though he couldn't quite admit that to himself.When he opened the door, a faint, warm light spilled into the hallway. The rich aroma of something savory filled the air. Stepping inside, he noticed the source of the scent: Scarlett, standing in the kitchen, a gentle sway to her movements as she stirred something in a pan.She was wearing a simple, oversized apron over her casual clothes, her hair tied in a messy bun, a few stray strands falling over her forehead. She was entirely in her own world, humming softly to herself as she tasted the food, a small smile spreading across her face.For a brief, unguarded moment, Storm felt his heart stutter. Seeing her like this—so at ease, so effortlessly beau

Scarlett’s eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the morning light spilling into her bedroom. She blinked, surprised to find Storm sitting at her bedside, his gaze steady on her. He was so close that she could make out the hint of softness in his eyes, a look she rarely saw from him.“Good morning,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically warm.Scarlett shifted, still drowsy, trying to piece together how she had fallen asleep so suddenly last night. “Good morning,” she replied cautiously. “What are you doing here?”Storm straightened, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Just thought I’d wake you up. Breakfast is ready. I’d like us to eat together.”Scarlett gave him a confused look, her sleep-fogged mind trying to catch up with his unexpected change in behavior. She muttered, “Alright, give me a minute to get ready.”Storm left her room, and Scarlett dressed quickly, unsure of what had inspired his sudden charm. When she stepped out into the main area, however, anot