Todos los capítulos de Forgiving my unforgivable husband : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Giselle POVDid Julian meet up with her yesterday to drink? Loads of questions kept flooding my mind.To calm down my thoughts about Gwen’s return, I got myself a drink of water from the fridge and returned back to my duties.A couple of hours later, the ladies left, leaving behind biscuit wrappers, used cups and plates—unbothered about who was going to take care of that mess.They all left ,one after the other, leaving Mrs. Walker who moved towards me with an indifferent mood as I tidied up the place."Don't even think I would forget what you did today?” she barked as she moved towards me. “What did I do?”, I questioned ,not knowing where I went wrong today.“Oh you mean you don't remember what you did, you golddigger!”, she responded with a sharp pain on my face. No one had dared to lay a hand on me but here I was being disciplined by Mrs. Walker. This wasn't the first time she had slapped me with any little mistake I made. “I will remind you if you don’t”, she continued but I was

Giselle POVBefore I could say another word, a heavy hand grasped me by the arms, dragging me on the floor. Looking up, I saw Julian, I immediately noticed something had changed about him. Though Julian was mostly cold towards me, this was different, I really couldn’t place a finger on it but it was there. As we moved down the staircase, his cold demeanor showed no emotions but his heavy hand did, it broke every single bone in my arm.“Julian, please, you need to listen to me,” I begged, my face already soaked with tears as I struggled to free myself from his firm grip.It was raining heavily outside but Julian didn’t flinch as we stepped into the cold weather. Bare footed, the chills of the weather swept over me, shivers run through my spine intensifying the pain I felt in my chest. I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. The last thing I remember was the door van closing behind me and then before I could redeem myself , my husband was dragging me out of Pines Avenue in such cold w

Giselle POV There's a mist over my senses, and I feel like I'm not really here. All I can feel is Julian's comfortable touches and the warmth of his kisses on my lips and around my neck. However, I can't seem to have the courage to reply, look farther, and face truth. I felt a strong grasp of darkness pull me down into a faraway world in my dream. My eyelids fluttered open gently, waking me from a sound sleep. I was having trouble piecing together what had happened recently as awareness crept in, and I ended up back in my bedroom with Julian. The last distinct memory that comes to mind is of standing outside the Avenue in the pouring rain while Julian turned away and left me there till I passed out. Tears begin to well up in my eyes as I face the reality of my story but I was distracted by a noise which came from the living room. I quickly fought back my tears,cleaning up the ones already flowing down my cheeks. I stepped outside to be welcomed by the presence of the maids. Maid

Giselle POV I had no idea where Julian was last night because he didn’t spend the night at the Avenue. Should I even be worried about his whereabouts? He is almost a free man and probably spent the night with his mistresses, jubilating about my soonest departure from the Avenue and his life entirely. The pounding headache from dealing with the emotional aftermath yesterday struck me unapologetically. Last night’s event was really difficult for me especially when I knew I had Julian’s baby growing within me. I wanted to genuinely inform Julian about the baby before leaving but I doubt he would trust me and take responsibility for the child. Julian's trust for me depleted completely after being set up with that wretched man I knew nothing about. Afterall I got nothing from this marriage; Julian took my innocence, my sanity, my respect, my love. There’s nothing wrong if I take this baby along right? Making my way to the kitchen, I stumbled around the kitchen like a thief in the ni

Julian POVIt’s been a year of searching for the whereabouts of Giselle but to no avail.Scenes from the previous year were still alive in my memory as Giselle knelt before me with tears flowing down her cheeks, desperately begging for a divorce.After pushing me to the wall, I couldn’t stand the pathetic image of Giselle before me and granted her what she wished for. Storming out of the avenue, I knew I couldn’t stay any longer in Stirling City, I needed to escape. I sorted refuge in an ongoing car race in Italy the next day , where I buried all my pain. Later in the day, I received a call from my sister, Verlma, complaining about how she tried reaching Giselle through the cellphones of the avenue but failed. But my frustration was heightened when Lucas called to verify the sudden disappearance of Giselle from the Avenue. After making a lot of investigation about her whereabouts, the only thing I hold onto till date is footage of Giselle with Annet leaving the country on a privat