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The Wild Virgin (HER POV) chapter 42
I woke up to the weight of Ram’s arm clamped tight around my waist, his skin hot and sticky against mine, his goddamn scent still staining the sheets like smoke that refused to clear. And like the pathetic fool I was, I smiled the moment his grip tightened when I tried to shift away. My body betrayed me before my brain even had the chance to remind me of all the cruel, ugly ways he’d ripped me apart.I hated him for that. Hated the way one lazy touch could short-circuit everything I’d built up inside me, hated how my body still burned for him like it hadn’t learned a damn thing.My eyes squinted toward the clock, sighing when I saw I still had two hours before I had to drag myself to work. Two hours of pretending my life wasn’t falling apart. Two hours of holding back the urge to crawl back into his chest like nothing between us was poisoned.Carefully, I pried his arm off me, each finger a little war against myself. When I finally slipped free, I turned on my side to face him. And Je
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) chapter 41
Several minutes had passed, and Ram still hadn’t said a word. Neither had I.The silence wasn’t just silence anymore, it was a living, breathing thing, coiled around my throat, squeezing until it hurt to breathe. It was heavier than any fight we’d ever had, heavier than the truth itself. My emotions boiled inside me, twisting and clawing, desperate to escape. But there was no release, not here. Not with him. I didn’t even know how to make him speak to me anymore, or if I even wanted to hear what his voice would sound like now.Eventually, the exhaustion of standing there, waiting like a fool, consumed me. My knees wobbled, my chest heaving with a weight I couldn’t put down. My legs trembled as I forced myself forward, toward the bed. The bed where Ram most likely had just shared an intimate moment with another woman.A sharp, strangled breath escaped me. My fingers trembled as they brushed against the thick sheets, the cool fabric burning my skin like fire. I imagined the scene I hadn
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) chapter 40
It was nearing eight in the evening when I finally clocked out from the restaurant, but by the time I stepped outside, the night had already deepened, and the streets were nearly deserted. The faint glow of streetlights stretched across the asphalt, casting long shadows that seemed to chase me as I lingered on the roadside. My fingers clutched the strap of my bag, my eyes scanning the dimly lit road for a taxi, any taxi. My heart lifted slightly when I spotted one approaching in the distance, the bright headlights cutting through the darkness, and I raised my arm instinctively, my hand trembling with anticipation. But the car slowed only slightly before gliding past me, leaving me staring after it in disbelief, my frustration rising until I stomped my foot against the pavement.Why was it so impossible to get a ride in this area?I let out a long, weary sigh and glanced at my wristwatch. The time seemed to mock me, its silent tick echoing my own carelessness.Car… I have my own car…I
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) chapter 39
Uncle’s Virgin Bitch- Final EditChapter 39It had been almost two weeks since my unexpected marriage to Rammel Jordan, and in all that time, nothing between us had changed. He still refused to treat me with the kindness I secretly longed for, and more often than not, he couldn’t even be bothered to show me the basic respect any husband owed his wife.I had tried… God knows how hard I had tried. I bent myself in every direction, searching for ways to ease the tension between us, desperate to find some sliver of warmth beneath all that coldness. But the harder I reached for him, the more he pulled away. Every attempt was a failure, every effort another wall between us, until I simply stopped. Slowly, I learned to live with his anger, to grow accustomed to the way his eyes blazed whenever they met mine, to the silence that filled the space where affection should have been. Somewhere along the way, I became invisible in my own marriage. And eventually, I grew tired of caring.Maybe that
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) chapter 38
I had long stopped expecting Ram to prepare even the smallest gesture for this day. Hope had been wrung out of me, drop by drop, until there was nothing left but resignation. Why would he bother? From the beginning, he had made it painfully clear that the only reason he married me was because of the baby, nothing more, nothing less. I was not a wife to him, not a partner, not a woman to be cherished. I was merely the vessel that carried his child, and if he could make my life miserable along the way, then that was simply a cruel amusement for him.And yet, in the hidden corners of my heart, I still wondered. A foolish part of me whispered that maybe, just maybe, there would be a sign, one small gesture, even a fleeting kindness, that would tell me I wasn’t completely invisible. But the day stretched on in silence, and I had learned long ago that silence was the only gift he intended to give me.Sometimes, when the weight of this reality became too heavy, I tortured myself with thought
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) chapter 37
“Lexie Stevens, are you sure about this?”Claire’s horrified voice cut through the air like glass shattering, sharp enough to slice right into my chest. It was the very question I had been dreading, the one I couldn’t bear to answer out loud, because the truth was a wound too raw to expose.For a heartbeat, I said nothing. My lips curled into a sad, fragile smile, the kind that belongs to a woman who already knows she’s lost the war before the battle even began.“N-no…” The word tumbled out of me in a whisper, trembling, broken. A sigh followed, heavy and jagged, as though it dragged every shattered piece of my heart along with it. “I’m not sure at all. God, Claire, I’m not sure of anything anymore. But what choice do I have? I love him, God help me, I love him so damn much. Maybe that’s the cruelest part. Because love… love isn’t enough. Not anymore. He doesn’t respect me, not like he once did. He’s slipping away from me with every look, every silence, and I feel it, it’s like watchi
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