Lahat ng Kabanata ng After Divorce, My Ex-husband Begs: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

“What do we need to talk about?”I couldn’t help but take a step back. Unconsciously giving him enough space to enter, as his sight briefly rake over my figure.Clearing my throat in a gamble to shirk the tense atmosphere away, I withdraw my gaze from him as I suddenly recall that I am only wearing a robe with nothing underneath except for my undies.I uncomfortably wave my hand and gesture towards the couch situated near the floor-to-ceiling window.Fortunately, Martin lifted his legs without saying anything while still carrying his serious and unflinching face.“I don’t have coffee to offer you, but do make do with the wine on the table if you’d like,” shifting my weight unto my other foot, I incoherently mumbled, as my guts are getting antsy, I proceeded, “And if you don’t mind I’ll just finish my bath in a minute, so I’ll be going.”Just as those words escape my mouth; my brain feels like it experienced a wave of short circuit. I was stunned. Clutching at the ribbon hanging on my n

The scene before Nadia's eyes was gradually filled with fog. The wall, become transparent while the tiled floor under her feet became dirt as the ceiling atop her head vanished into a dilapidated roof.   Her mind travels back to the days she considers both a nightmare and a rebirth.   Nadia grew up without knowing who her father was. Her mother single handedly raised her into a teenage girl. Their life revolved with only the two of them, it was a simple life that made them contented with.   Although gossipmongers often point their judging fingers at them behind their back for being a mother and daughter out of wedlock it does not really bother them.   However, everything changes when a man came knocking at their door, claiming to be her father.   Salvador Balthazar.   The man who offers her a new shelter, wealth and identity in exchange for everything she eve

"So how was it? Have you eaten enough tonight, or must I fill you more?”   Hot puff of air tickled down my ear into the base of my neck. My lips hung open as delicious shivers run down my spine prompting numbing pleasure to crawl within my veins.   The man's voice that was lace with raw desire, drips from the tip of his sinful tongue towards my burning soul in madness.   ”Still famish, my little Helga? Let me hear your sweet voice, come on, cry out more."   Mists clouded my vision as salty liquid threatens to stream down my lashes. It was as if my vocal cords are sealed as I could utter not a single word.   Despite his taunting, I could only fist a crumpled mess out of the previously smooth matress. My legs trembled as another ruthless thrust spread my sensitive walls apart with the man's stiff rod.   I could feel my rationality gradually slipping away from m

The cold and frigid atmosphere amidst a vigorous thrashing inside my chest left me at a loss. My mind went blank as my grip on the knob unconsciously tightened. For a moment, I had a suffocating urge to slam the door close.   The man’s sudden appearance and abrupt query did not help either. His sharp gaze even resembles that of an impatient predator, instilling tremor deep beyond my soul, leaving me cold and ill at ease.   Although Martin’s stoic face remains the same, the aura he gave off made me feel oppressed. As the distance before us was convenient, enough for me to witness an apparent danger lurking at the depth of the man’s darkened emerald orbs, my heart trembled.   “A…child?” my lips uttered in a daze, speaking to no one in particular.   Martin’s lips pursed into a grim line. His visage speak so much of an undisguised yet scrupulous scrutiny, demanding an answer to satisfy his hunger for a r

“I knew it! I told you to leave early and not to be seen by anyone!” I half yelled into the phone as I peered over Patricia. Despite knowing that putting or rather pushing the blame towards Martin is futile, I did it anyway. In hopes to calm my nerves still on the second thought, I do not actually know of what to think. After all, I am also to blame, however, I felt conflicted must I laugh, that they fainted at the sight of Martin, or cry for the depth of the matter? The two has been sleeping for quite a while now. They receive quite a scare. After their fainting episode, with the help of Martin, we are able to bring them into the hospital. I quickly chased the culprit away in fear of further aggravating the two if they suddenly woke up and still I could not help but call him in order to give him a piece of my mind. H