All Chapters of Contract Marriage: I've always loved you: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I wake up the next morning with the pain in my back because of sleeping in an uncomfortable position last night. It was harder than I thought to sleep without Grace by my side.I sit up on the sofa, stretching my body, and then lock my gaze on Grace’s sleeping form.As our separation time is coming closer, something is breaking inside me. No matter how much I dislike her behaviour, I still have developed feelings for her in these months.However, I know it’s good for both of us to get separated because we’re not each other’s type. Therefore, for the remaining one week of our contract marriage, I’ll try to maintain my distance from her.Grace’s P.O.V.I wake up, rubbing my eyes and find the sofa empty. I think Steve has already left for the office.Sleeping alone on the bed last night was indeed a struggle. Steve said right, we’ve grown accustomed to each other, and it’s best for us to stay away from each other from now onwards.Then my attention diverts as my phone rings. It’s a call

In the evening, as I enter my mansion after a long day at the office, Grace greets me with a playful smile.“You did great last night? Let’s do it one more time.” She teases with a mischievous grin.I glance at her, my frustration growing. “Grace, we need to stop this. It was a mistake, and we can’t keep repeating it.”She raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, come on, Steve. Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it. Or are you afraid of your wild side?” She moves closer to me, guiding her finger down my face sexily.I clench my fists and resist the urge to react, reminding myself to stay in control. “Grace, it’s not about enjoying it. We’re getting divorced, and we should focus on that.”Although I want to kiss her, I push her away because I can’t let her come close to me.She chuckles, pushing the boundaries. “Should I invite another man from my one-night stand, Steve? Maybe that will awaken your wild side once more.” She gives me a mischievous wink.Her words strike a nerv

After a few months,Eight months and seventeen days have passed since I last saw, touched, and felt Grace’s presence. Each day, the ache of missing her has deepened, and not a single moment has gone by without longing for her.I remain oblivious to her whereabouts and well-being because when my father informed Grace’s father about our contract marriage; he cast her out of his house.She even stopped posting her blogs. Every day, I offer silent prayers, hoping she’s safe and that our paths will cross again.If fate allows our paths to cross once more, I’m determined not to let her slip away and to make things work between us.Yeah. This time, I’m willing to take a few extra steps because being apart from her for eight months made me realise where I went wrong. In a relationship, it’s not always about giving 50-50. It can be 60-40 or even 70-30. What really matters is who we are and where we both stand. That’s what counts in the end.I have come to London for a business project, and my

As the days of my pregnancy pass, the growing life within me becomes the sole source of my solace.Yet, no matter how much I try to focus on the baby’s arrival, the void left by Steve’s absence remains a constant ache. The baby becomes my reason to live, but the longing for the man I love remains. I need him on this journey of my life.When I see other couples, I miss him even more. I wish I had realised his importance in my life earlier.As I settle my life with Elsa in London, I gradually lose interest in making vlogs. It feels like the excitement that fueled my creativity has faded.The three months of our contract marriage haven’t just changed me; I find myself feeling dependent on Steve. Yes, it surprises me too. In the past, I teased Steve, urging him to join my vlogs, lives, and pictures just to annoy him. However, somewhere along the way, his presence became so crucial to me that I wanted to include him in my social media whenever possible. I enjoyed it when someone commented

I wake up in the hospital bed, shouting, “My babies…”Relief washes over me as my eyes fall on my little twins sleeping peacefully in a crib kept beside the bed.As I let out a deep breath, my eyes instinctively scan the room for Steve. He’s there, leaning against the door, arms crossed, and his intense gaze fixed on mine. I can see numerous questions and emotions in his eyes, but above all, I sense hurt mixed with anger.My eyes fill with tears as I realise I may have hurt him again, whether knowingly or unknowingly.I know I deserve punishment; I know I’m at fault, and I know I deserve his anger. But I don’t deserve to be separated from my babies. I just don’t. I’m their mother, and the mere thought of being separated from them is unbearable.Parting my lips, I try to beg him not to take my babies away, but words fail to form as emotions overwhelm me.I take a deep breath, our eyes still locked.“Steve, please don’t take my baby—” My sentence remains unfinished as tears cascade down