Library
Maghanap
Home / Romance / THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS / ELEVEN

Share

ELEVEN

Author: Miss_X
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-18 18:08:48

DAMIAN

“Let’s get a divorce.”

The words landed in my chest like a stone hurled into still water, ripples spreading until they rattled through every bone in me. I had imagined this moment; hell, I had demanded it. I had a lawyer draft the agreement, sign it, Elena. End this farce.

And yet… hearing her say it out loud, seeing her lips form the words, her voice trembling but resolute cut deeper than I was prepared for.

I stared at her, lying there against the pillow, pale and fragile, clutching that thin hospital blanket like it was her only shield. She looked like she could disappear any second, fade into the sterile white sheets and never return. For a terrifying heartbeat, I almost forgot to breathe.

I should have been relieved. This was what I wanted. An end to the endless suspicion and the torment of not knowing what was true. And yet… all I felt was a sting, sharp and humiliating, as though the papers I had demanded were now searing hot in my hand, burning through my skin.

I
Patuloy na basahin ang aklat na ito nang libre
I-scan ang code upang i-download ang App
Locked Chapter
Nakaraang Kabanata Susunod na kabanata

Pinakabagong kabanata

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    THIRTEEN

    DAMIAN The iron gates creaked open, black against black as the wheels crunched over the gravel, the pathway lights flickered on one by one, chasing the car’s shadow until the entire villa was bathed in a soft, golden glow. The door clicked open, and I stepped out into the cool night air. The faint scent of lavender lingered from the garden, mixing with the sharper tang of polished leather from the car. Before I could shrug the coat off myself, one of the servants was already there, eyes lowered, hands outstretched. I passed it to him without a word, my gaze fixed on the figure hurrying toward me.“Mr. Blackwood,” the housekeeper said in a hushed voice. “She is reluctant to speak again.”A muscle ticked in my jaw. That phrase was becoming a refrain in this house, one I had grown tired of hearing. Reluctant. As though stubborn silence was just a passing mood.I didn’t answer. I followed the trail of lights deeper into the garden. And then I saw her. A small figure, her back tu

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    TWELVE

    ELENAThe bow screeched against the violin strings, a sound so fractured it made me wince. No matter how much I tried, the melody refused to flow. My fingers trembled slightly, not from lack of skill but from the weight pressing on my chest. Tomorrow I would be back in New York. Three years gone, and yet the very thought of that city still clawed at the inside of my ribs like a beast that refused to die.I tried again, forcing the bow across the strings, but the sound came out jagged discordant, almost angry. And then, snap! I pressed my lips together, staring at the violin probably trying to tell me: maybe going back isn’t such a wise decision, Elena. “Elena, don’t forget to bring this.”The deep, steady voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned, and there he was uncle Alex, standing in the doorway with an envelope in his hand.“Uncle Alex!” My face broke into a smile. I stood, setting the violin gently on its stand, and crossed the room. I knew from the young age I was ad

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    ELEVEN

    DAMIAN“Let’s get a divorce.”The words landed in my chest like a stone hurled into still water, ripples spreading until they rattled through every bone in me. I had imagined this moment; hell, I had demanded it. I had a lawyer draft the agreement, sign it, Elena. End this farce.And yet… hearing her say it out loud, seeing her lips form the words, her voice trembling but resolute cut deeper than I was prepared for.I stared at her, lying there against the pillow, pale and fragile, clutching that thin hospital blanket like it was her only shield. She looked like she could disappear any second, fade into the sterile white sheets and never return. For a terrifying heartbeat, I almost forgot to breathe.I should have been relieved. This was what I wanted. An end to the endless suspicion and the torment of not knowing what was true. And yet… all I felt was a sting, sharp and humiliating, as though the papers I had demanded were now searing hot in my hand, burning through my skin.I

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    TEN

    ELENAThe child had pulled through, for now. “Temporarily out of danger,” the doctor said, as if temporary could ever be enough. And so I stood there again, rooted like a statue, my forehead pressed against the cold glass, my breath fogging up the barrier between me and her. They all whispered behind me, the same words over and over: She’s wasting away… she won’t last long like this…But what did they know? I couldn’t rest. I couldn’t even blink too long. Because if I closed my eyes, even for a second, what if she slipped away? What if I opened them and she was gone?“Take the medicine,” Damian urged, his voice scraping against my nerves. His hand held out the little cup like it was salvation, like he actually knew what salvation looked like.I knew I was ill. I wasn’t blind to the dark circles under my eyes, the tremor in my hands, the way my body felt like brittle glass ready to shatter. But I didn’t resist him this time. What was the point? If swallowing his bitter pills coul

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    NINE

    DAMIAN Isabella was never the reason I was here. She was an excuse, a shield I could hold up to the world while I chased the ghost of a man I needed to find.Elena’s man. The stranger in the photographs that haunted me every night.I had combed New York for months, spent enough on private investigators to buy a fleet of jets, yet every trail ended in ash. But London held whispers. That was why I was here, why I’d left my wife alone. The woman who swore on her life she hadn’t betrayed me. God, the way she’d looked at me that time, eyes brimming with disbelief, anguish, begging me to believe her. If it weren’t for those damned photographs, I might have. But I wasn’t a fool. I wasn’t the man who fell for sweet lies spun with teary eyes.I could still see them in my mind, the images I’d memorised, tortured myself with. Her delicate body tangled with his. The unmistakable birthmark below her hip, proof etched into her very skin. No camera trick, no forgery. I’d stared at them until

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    EIGHT

    ELENAI jolted awake, my chest rising and falling too fast, the echo of blood still staining my dream. My hands fumbled for the clock on the nightstand, only five in the morning. I closed my eyes, tried to will myself back into sleep, but my body betrayed me. Heat crawled under my skin, restless and uncomfortable. Finally, I gave up, kicking off the sheets and pushing myself up.Today was the day. Damian was leaving for London, because Isabelle had supposedly had psychological trauma from that awful day. Poor Isabelle, who needed her therapist. At least I wasn’t entirely alone anymore.After everything, my mother, frail, unwell, yet stubborn as ever had insisted on coming to stay with me. With her presence, the silence of this house wasn’t quite so suffocating. I padded downstairs, the floor cool against my bare feet, and paused at the doorway.There, in the front yard, I saw her. My mother, her thin figure glowing in the early morning sun, a basket of fruit balanced in her ha

Higit pang Kabanata

Maaari mong magustuhan

Galugarin at basahin ang magagandang nobela
Libreng basahin ang magagandang nobela sa GoodNovel app. I-download ang mga librong gusto mo at basahin kahit saan at anumang oras.
Libreng basahin ang mga aklat sa app
I-scan ang code para mabasa sa App
DMCA.com Protection Status