All Chapters of DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

[NADIA]I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t study.What the hell was wrong with me? For the past two hours, I had been staring at the pages of my textbook but none of the words were registering in my brain. And the more I stared at the book, the more I started to hate the sight of it.I threw the book aside and pushed myself off the bed, pacing the length of the room. I was so restless that it physically pained me to stay still. My heart was pounding so loudly against my chest that I could feel it in my ears, and my hands were shaking. There was something bubbling in the pit of my stomach, something that felt a lot like anger.I didn’t understand why I was feeling like this. Why was I so bothered?Dimitri fucked me last night. Big deal. He was a man, I was a woman. It wasn’t the first time I had slept with someone, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. So why the fuck was I acting like a hormonal teenager whose crush didn’t notice her existence?I was being pathetic.I paced t

[NADIA]Hours go by, and I do nothing but sit in his car and glower at the roof. This is so unfair, uncomfortable, and unnecessary. Why do I have to stay with this mean man? I was barely able to stay sane when they forced me to live in that apartment until they made sure it was safe for me to be on the streets.The problem with this whole situation is, I don’t even know why my life is in danger in the first place. Even if my brother did something stupid and died because of it, what does that have to do with me? Why would they come after me when they have already taken care of my brother?I just… I just don’t understand any of this. I just… I just don’t know what the hell is going on. I sigh—for the hundredth time, perhaps—and shift in my seat, trying to get more comfortable. But it doesn’t help. I have been sitting here for more than an hour now, and the man who left me to my own devices is nowhere to be found.I desperately want to get out of this damn car and get some fresh air into

[NADIA]When I wake up the next time, it’s not to the early morning sun but to someone wailing at the top of their lungs.I toss and turn to the other side, trying to find a spot or a position where I don’t have to hear it, where I can slip back into the peaceful slumber that’s so hard to come by these days. But to my utter dismay, the more I try to disconnect myself from the chaos of reality, telling myself it can’t be my chaos to worry about, the louder the wail becomes.There’s even a point when the person wailing coughs and coughs and wails again.It’s then that my eyes snap open and my sleep-deprived brain realizes something.“Oh, shit!”I scramble out of bed in record time, but not before feeling my head spin and legs wobble with how fast I do that. But I don’t take even a moment’s break. I throw the door of the room open and rush out as if the house is on fire.My assumption is proven right when I stumble upon the little girl Dimitri brought with him, standing in the middle of t

[NADIA] For a long time, I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or having a nightmare. Why? Because I slept with a five-year-old girl in my arms and woke up to an adult snuggling into me as if I was the best teddy he had hugged in a while. What the fuck is even going on here? I shake my head, but even that feels like a task, what’s with my face stuffed into someone’s crook of their neck? I groan, or at least I try to, pushing the man with my hands on his chest. I know I should be in full-on panic mode. I should be screaming at the top of my lungs because there’s a stranger in my bed and I’m yet to see who it is. But strangely, I’m not—panicked, that is. It’s as if, without even seeing his face, I know who he is. Maybe it’s because I recognize this unique masculine scent. Maybe it’s because the way I’m being held feels familiar in more ways than I can admit. Or maybe it’s because who else could it be? “Why are you…ugh…glued to me like this? Get off me!” I pretend not to like this sudden

[DIMITRI]Handling kids is not an easy feat.I’ll shamelessly admit that I have failed miserably. But Nadia—this woman I can’t keep out of my mind—does such a fine job with Tatiana. It’s as if she has known that little girl her whole life. But that’s hardly the truth, is it? I would never have believed that myself if I wasn’t the witness to everything that had happened since her brother got himself killed.Right now, she’s glaring at me as if planning my demise in great detail. Why? Because I have given her yet another reason to be pissed off with me.But honestly, what other choice do I have? She isn’t ready to cooperate unless I’m dangling the knife of fear over her head. I hate to use her weakness against her, but that’s the only thing I know works when someone tries to be difficult. I have grown up torturing and bending men and women to my terms, and blackmailing someone to do my bidding comes almost naturally to men like me.“You could have at least told me in advance,” she snaps,