บททั้งหมดของ I Hate You, Hubby: Married To My Father's Killer : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I just listened to him as he lashed out his anger at me. Somehow, his words snapped me back to reality. I was there to ruin Diego and I should stick to my aim."Do you have any idea how long I waited for you after breakfast only to hear that you had been out with him? Do you have fun parading yourself as Diego's wife?" He snickered.I was wrong to have forgotten about his request to meet him, but mocking me was something I wouldn't take from anyone. "I don't think you have to remind me the reason why I am here. As much as I would like to quickly get this whole thing done and wrapped up, you need to understand who your brother is. He is very cautious, he watches me like a hawk, following my every movement," I said.Marley spoke through gritted teeth, his jaw hardening. "Don't refer to him as my brother. To me, he's more of a competitor than a family." Hatred was evident in his voice, and I couldn't help but wonder what caused it. "That's their family business to deal with, Ellie. None

I moved to where he was coming from, the department sign caught my eyes. Psychiatrist department. What was he doing there? Or was he here to see someone?Or was he suffering from a disease no one knows about? Not even his family? Various disturbing thoughts were running through my mind, but I couldn't find an answer to any of them."Excuse me," I called out to one of the nurses. "What kind of treatment can I receive here? Who are the patients here? Psychopaths?" I asked, grabbing her hand and staring directly in her eyes.I knew I just sounded crazy, totally insane, but I couldn't help it. Curiosity was eating deep."I don't understand you," she answered, her brows meeting in confusion as she tried to wriggle out of my grip, but I held on tighter."If I suddenly feel the urge to do something, like something dangerous to people and I want to get treated, do I come here?" I asked, forcing a smile so it would feel less awkward.Scratching the back of my head nervously, I added, "I'm a li

His mouth fell open as he just stared at me in shock. It was a reaction I had expected. Who could have imagined that someone like me would get married into the Fernandez family?To think he was the same person who called me dumb and asked me to focus on my life just a few hours ago."H-how did you do it?" he asked.I chuckled softly, taking a step closer, covering the distance between us. My expression darkened as I frowned deeply. "What do you mean? He chose me as his bride. Isn't that simple enough for you to understand?" I retorted."But you hate him. You're always wishing for his downfall. You even challenged him openly and called him a murder. Or is this a show off?" he asked."You think so?" I said, staring at my perfectly manicured nails. "Too bad, but I'm actually married to him," I said without mincing words, showing off the ring resting pretty on my finger.I suddenly gasped, covering my mouth with a hand like I'd just remembered something. "Are you naturally dumb or just cl

DIEGOMy breath turned raspy as I staggered towards the garage where the car was parked. I couldn't see clearly either, the pain became unbearable too. My skin turned bright red, just as usual. I was so focused on getting to my car that I didn't notice the lady coming from the other side.We bumped into each other and instantly, I felt my body slowly returning to normal. The itching and drowsiness reduced. I knew who it was instantly - my wife, Ellie. Only she had that effect on me.I wrapped my hand around her waist, pulling her closer, wanting to feel every part of her body on mine."Stay with me, please," I muttered with my eyes shut, sucking in a deep breath.For a while, I felt her frozen in my arms, and she slowly loosened up, bursting into laughter. "Are you drunk, Mr Fernandez?" she asked with a giggle. I had to break the hug to look at her face, sniffing the smell of alcohol immediately. Just how much did she drink?"How many glasses did you take? You should know your limit

My face contorted with a frown. If he thinks an apology cuts it, then he was in all shades wrong. He had humiliated me, suspended me, slashed my pay by half, fired me unjustly, and even threw me out of the apartment. "Why are you suddenly apologizing? When you hung up the phone on me, you didn't sound this docile. What changed?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. Of course, I knew the answer already, but still wanted him to answer. I had a pretty ring on my finger from Diego Fernandez and was officially recognized as his wife. Truly, a person's status defines him. "What do you mean? I have to apologize for how I treated you. You are one of your best staff. If you want, I can approve your contract and make you a permanent staff," he said, all in a bid to falter me. I puffed out air from my mouth, getting pissed at how he was beating around the bush. "Here," I said, pointing at the ring on my finger. "It's because of this, right? It's because I'm married to Diego Fernandez, righ