本棚
検索
ホーム / Romance / Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore / FIFTY NINE

共有

FIFTY NINE

作者: Hummingbird
last update 公開日: 2025-09-26 05:06:09

I am sitting in our bathtub, with Diana's head resting against my chest. The water is covering her chest but it's almost transparent.

I can see her perky tits and I am itching to circle my finger around her nipple. I hold back, because we've been gnawing at each other since last night and she's so fucking responsive and I would never deny her orgasm.

She would be so sore tomorrow and I didn't want to add more pain to for her.

She inhales and I do the same. The bathroom is filled with the swe
この本を無料で読み続ける
コードをスキャンしてアプリをダウンロード
前のチャプター 次のチャプター
ロックされたチャプター

最新チャプター

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    210- TO ATLAS

    TWO YEARS LATER Two years old feels heavier than it sounds.Diana knows this as she stands by the window, watching the backyard slowly fill with people she once thought would never live long enough to argue about tablecloths and cake flavors. Two years is not just candles and balloons. It is survival stacked on top of survival until it starts to look like a life.Atlas turns two today.Outside, Oliver is setting up the long wooden table. He has the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, his movements careful but steady, like his body remembers pain but no longer obeys it. He keeps stopping to straighten the plates, to realign the cups, to check the cutlery like precision might ward off bad luck. Diana smiles at the sight of him.“You’re going to wear a hole into that table,” she calls through the open door.Oliver looks up, grinning. “Someone has to take this seriously.”That makes her laugh. A soft sound. Real.Dorothy arrives next, loud before she is even visible. She comes through the ga

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    TWO HUNDRED AND NINE

    Mikhail groans softly as the phone vibrates against the bedside table. He opens his eyes and he groans again when he realises that someone is calling him at night. It is still dark enough that the room feels suspended between night and morning, the kind of hour where reality has not fully decided to return. Diana is curled toward him, the blanket twisted around her naked body, her breathing slow and even. One arm is flung across his chest like an anchor, possessive even in sleep.He gently kisses her hand and rolls away from her. He reaches for the phone carefully, silencing it before it can ring again.“Hello,” he says quietly, already sitting up.He slips out of bed, tugging his boxer briefs on as he moves. The air feels colder without her warmth. He glances back once, just to make sure she has not stirred. She has not. Her hair is a mess on the pillow, lips parted slightly, peaceful.He closes the bedroom door behind him.“Hello,” the voice on the other end says.Mikhail freezes.

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHT

    The house sits in the quiet part of the city where sound feels polite.Where neighbors nod instead of stare. Where the air smells like cut grass and warm wood. Where danger feels like a rumor instead of a certainty.Storm knows better than to believe that.She has never once mistaken peace for immunity. She just refuses to let fear dictate how she lives.She's noticed that life is much more sweeter when you're not running and looking behind your shoulder. It's more sweeter when you're not planning on how to take someone's life in exchange for money. She moves through the house barefoot, sunlight spilling across the floor, hair loose, oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. There is a softness to her mornings now. A slowness she earned with blood and survival and too many nights spent waiting for the other shoe to drop.Her past might always haunt her.She will greet it when it comes.But for now, she is happy.“Dorothy!”Ark’s voice cuts through the quiet from outside.Storm groan

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    TWO HUNDRED AND SEVEN

    THREE MONTHS LATERThe stadium is loud in the way that feels alive.Not violent. Not dangerous. Just loud with joy, with strangers shouting together for the same reason, with hands thrown up and voices cracking from singing and yelling and believing in something simple.Diana sits beside Mikhail with her jacket open, one hand resting low on her belly. The bump is unmistakable now. Not something she has to search for in the mirror. It exists. It announces itself.Mikhail has learned the rules of football slowly, painfully, asking questions at the worst possible moments, shouting at the wrong plays, cheering a second too late. Diana loves it. Loves the way he leans forward like the outcome personally offends him. Loves the way he looks at her afterward to check if his reaction was correct.When their team wins, the stadium explodes.Mikhail stands without realizing it, fist in the air, shouting something that makes absolutely no sense. Diana laughs so hard her eyes water.“You’re one of

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    TWO HUNDRED AND SIX

    The days drag.Not loudly. Not dramatically. They drag in the quiet ways that make worry worse.Mikhail does not let Diana skip meals. He watches her plate like it is a mission, slides food closer when she forgets to eat, presses a glass of water into her hand without saying a word. He never frames it as concern. He frames it as normal. As if feeding her is simply part of loving her.She lets him.At night, he holds her tighter than usual. Not possessive. Protective. Like if he loosens his grip even a little, the world might take something else from him.When the phone finally rings, Diana jumps.Mikhail answers it before she can. His expression barely changes, but his shoulders stiffen.“Thank you,” he says. “We’re on our way.”“The results?” Diana asks and Mikhail nods “They're out.”The drive to the hospital feels longer than the last one.Jaylen is already there when they arrive.He looks calm. Too calm. His hands are folded in front of him, posture composed, face unreadable. He

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    TWO HUNDRED AND FIVE

    Mikhail drives slower than usual.Diana notices it the moment they pull away from the curb. His hands are steady on the wheel, posture straight, eyes fixed ahead, but there is a restraint to him that feels unnatural. Like a man holding himself back from breaking something.Or someone.She watches the city blur past the window, then glances at him. His jaw is tight. His mouth set in a line that means he is thinking too much.“You’re going to wear a hole through the road,” she says softly.He exhales through his nose but does not look at her.“I am not worried,” he says.She almost laughs.She reaches over and rests her hand on his thigh, grounding herself as much as him.“Don’t lie to me,” she murmurs. “This is already messy. You don’t have to pretend.”He finally looks at her then. Really looks at her. His gaze drops briefly, involuntarily, to her belly before returning to her eyes.“What if,” he says quietly, “the baby is his.”The words hang between them.Diana turns them over in he

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    FIFTY ONE

    I wrapped my hand around her throat and her eyes widened a little bit. It was from arousal and not fear. Diana loved this dominant side of me and as much as I would not want to scare her away, I still love showing it to her. I wanted her to know that she belonged to me, she didn't need to know the

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-21

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    FIFTY

    JAYLEN I felt movement against my arm and I woke up in an instant, slowly analysing my surroundings with my eyes closed, I evened my breathing. I took in every scent, every sound, everything had meaning, even the amount of light in the room. It was an old habit that I had picked up from training.

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-21

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    FORTY FIVE

    CAMILLE I drove into the parking lot of the pharmacy. My hands were covered in blood and my ears were still ringing. I ran into the building and everyone looked at me and paused. I knew that I looked really bad, even worse than I was guessing. “I've been injured,” I said looking around. There wa

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-20

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    FORTY EIGHT

    Walking into the pristine five star hotel located in the heart of the city, Storm knew the risks that her actions would soon pay off. She knew that hell will have to crawl into earth and reign it's wrath but she did not care. Not when the love of her life had betrayed her. She was wearing a red dr

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-20
続きを読む

あなたも気に入るかもしれません

無料で面白い小説を探して読んでみましょう
GoodNovel アプリで人気小説に無料で！お好きな本をダウンロードして、いつでもどこでも読みましょう！
アプリで無料で本を読む
コードをスキャンしてアプリで読む
DMCA.com Protection Status