Semua Bab Divorcing My Ruthless Husband : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Summer’s Point of View“And they lived happily ever after,” I muttered as I gazed down at the serene young woman who had already drifted off to sleep.I shut the book and ran my fingers through her sleek black hair. After planting a kiss, I got up and left, closing the door behind me. As I stepped out, Celine, who was standing by the bar table, turned to me with a faint smile on her face. However, I could tell she was also hurt by what she had witnessed. She took a gulp from her beer can and swallowed it down hard.“Is she already sleeping?” she asked.“Hm-mn. She dozed off right after I put her down, but I continued telling her the story just to be certain she wouldn’t stir awake.” As soon as that, a wave of exhaustion hit me, and I reached her for a warm embrace, and mumbled, tears threatening to fall, “I feel more resilient now. Stronger than before. Stronger than anyone…”“Yes, Summer,” she comforted, patting my back gently before stepping away from our embrace. “You’re stronger n

Summer’s Point of View“I always did, Steven… Throughout the course of our relationship, I have consistently dedicated myself to nurturing and sustaining the beautiful bond we share. However, it deeply saddens me to acknowledge that I have witnessed no reciprocal efforts from your end. The absence of your proactive response has inadvertently given rise to a relentless storm of overthinking within the depths of my mind, causing me to question and second-guess my own abilities and worth.”My words were full of pain, as he was just so fixated on me. Since I didn’t receive a response, I continued, “The formidable intentions of maintaining my love for you become more challenging as I am consistently met with a void of meaningful love you are saying.” I stared thoroughly into his eyes, offering how he traumatized me. “Steven, I must express my deep disappointment. It is crucial that we embrace the notion of progress and forge our own unique journeys, rather than perpetually assigning blame

Summer’s Point of View“Nana! Nana!” I let out a loud cry as Steven tugged me by the waist. In a split second, a team of doctors and nurses rushed into the ward, but I still attempted to reach my Nana. However, Steven’s grip stopped me from getting any nearer. “Please, Steven, release me. I must touch Nana. I want to hold her hand,” I begged desperately.I held onto his arm, attempting to break free from his grasp. However, I paused as I felt warm water drip down the back of my neck. I looked up and saw Steven gazing at Nana while the doctor worked to revive her. After observing him for a feaw moments, he spoke with a steady and brave voice. “We should let her rest.”It took me a moment to realize that he was hurt even more than I was. He had been with Nana since he was a child - she was there when he first started school, when he rose to become CEO, and when he married me. Nana was also present when I left him. I wish I could have introduced her to Stefani and told her that her prese

Summer’s Point of ViewWith unwavering concentration, I fixed my gaze upon the majestic skyscrapers that pierced the heavens, their towering presence commanding attention from the topmost floor of the luxurious hotel. The view stretched out as far as the eye could see, with rolling hills cascading into a vibrant tapestry of colors, each hue more vivid than the last. The sky above was a masterpiece in itself, painted with wisps of cotton candy clouds that seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle breeze. The soft, gentle glow emanating from each light source created a captivating ambiance, as if the city itself was adorned with a celestial aura.A hushed stillness descended, carried on by the gentle breeze of the air conditioner. Its cool embrace seemed to wrap around the entire space, creating an atmosphere that was both tranquil and chilling. In that moment, a flood of memories from four years ago washed over me, each one resurfacing with vivid clarity.The room became a canvas upon

Steven’s Point of ViewIn the territory of her enticing presence, her once porcelain skin effortlessly changed into a warm, sun-kissed hue, radiating a spellbinding beauty that was impossible to resist. Her delicate fingers, slender and graceful, possessed an irresistible allure that tempted me to indulge in the fantasy of savoring their touch, all while being seduced by the intoxicating depths of her eyes.I imagined the perfect harmony between her supple hips and my arms, as if they were destined to intertwine flawlessly. Her lustrous hair cascaded down her back, now reaching the length of her waist, resembling a flowing masterpiece I had etched into the depths of my fantasies, forever carved and impossible to eliminate. Yet, how could I forgive this woman who shattered me?Thinking someone else’s arms embrace her delicate figure, a seething fury consumed me from within. The intensity of my emotions eclipsed any other sensation, leaving me covered in a tempestuous storm of anger.I