All Chapters of My husband hates me: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

...||...||....Alessa looked at the clock. The hands showed that it was well into the night, yet there was no sign of Rican. She had called him multiple times, but each time, her calls went straight to voicemail. Worry gnawed at her as she paced the living room, her mind conjuring up all sorts of worst-case scenarios.The minutes dragged by, each one feeling like an eternity. She checked her phone again, hoping for a missed call or a message, but there was nothing. The silence was deafening, the uncertainty unbearable.Alessa's heart was pounding, Stefano's urgent words echoing in her mind. "His life is in danger, Alessa. I need your help." The weight of those words settled heavily on her, and she felt her hands grow clammy with fear. What if something happened to Rican? She couldn't bear the thought.Alessa's heart raced as she dialed Stefano's number, her fingers trembling. But before she could complete the call, the front door swung open with a loud creak.Seeing him her ey

...||...||.Rican came out of Sia's room and went to his own, but his eyes widened as he saw Alessa lying in his bed. His jaw clenched in a mix of surprise and frustration. He hadn't expected to find her there, in fact, he didn't want her here. Sia was in his home—what if she woke up and found Alessa in his room? She would misunderstand the whole situation."Alessa, what are you doing here?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm but failing to hide his irritation.Alessa sat up, startled by the harshness in his tone.Ignoring his tone, Alessa replied nonchalantly, "Nothing, just preparing the bed for us.""Preparing what?" Rican almost yelled at her, his frustration mounting. Seeing Alessa so indifferent and standing against him was giving him a headache. "What the fuck are you up to right now, Alessa?"Alessa stood her ground, her eyes defiant. "I'm preparing our bed, Rican. We are married, remember?"Rican felt his patience slipping away. "Alessa, this is not the time for

...||...||.The evening had fallen, and the house was cloaked in a somber silence. The whole day had passed, and Alessa had not left her room. Rican sat at the dining table, his mind heavy with the events of the day. Martha served him food, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a solemn expression. Sia sat beside him, her eyes fixed on him, not wanting to leave him for a single second. She had been by his side the entire day.Rican absently pushed his food around on his plate, his appetite lost. The tension in the house was palpable, and he couldn't shake the image of Alessa's tear-streaked face from his mind.His eyes traveled to the seat where Alessa always sat at the table. They might not have shared much time together, but after living with her for months, he had grown accustomed to her presence without even realizing it. The empty chair seemed to bother him more than it should."She hasn't eaten anything since morning. I even went to her room and knocked on her door, bu

...||...||.The idea of spending time together turned into a huge disaster. Rican's attention was divided between the one in front of him, Sia, and the one sitting a few seats away, Alessa. He couldn't stop glancing past Sia, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Alessa and the stranger she was with. Sia, meanwhile, grew visibly upset as she noticed Rican's discomfort and tense demeanor. His distracted attitude stung, making her feel ignored and unimportant.As Sia's frustration mounted, she turned around to see what was capturing Rican's attention. The moment she spotted Alessa sitting with her friends, her doubts vanished. The pieces clicked together, and she realized why Rican seemed so unsettled. It wasn't work or any external stress—it was Alessa.But on the other side, something inside him twisted painfully when Alessa looked at him and then turned away, pretending she hadn't seen him. It stung—stung badly. Rican couldn't understand why her indifference affected him so m

...||...||....The sound of shoes echoed in the room, commanding the attention of every employee. As he walked with confidence, the atmosphere in the office shifted noticeably, becoming tense. He rarely visited the office, but when he did, everyone showed the utmost respect."Is Rican in the office?" he asked his secretary, Mona, his voice firm.She nodded timidly, "Yes, sir."He gave a curt nod and headed directly towards his personal office, his presence creating a palpable sense of anticipation and unease among the staff.The door of his cabin swung open forcefully as he entered. Rican raised his head, closing his eyes in frustration. He hadn't expected him to show up unannounced."Why this sudden appearance, Mr. Stefano Rossi?" Rican's voice was laced with sarcasm and annoyance. The formal address highlighted the strain in their relationship.Stefano's eyes narrowed. "Is that any way to greet your father?"Rican scoffed. "What brings you here? "- As he directly went to bus