บททั้งหมดของ Divorcing My Ruthless Husband : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

[Note: The long wait is over!!!!!!! Enjoy these chapters!!!] Summer’s Point of View I tightly shut my eyes and surreptitiously pinched his side, attempting to retrieve my hand. However, his grip was too firm and unyielding. I then raised my gaze to the three individuals standing before us. Amby was fixated on our hands, while Mister Klein, whom he had referred to earlier, peering at Steven with astonishment. Calvin, the third person, stood rooted to the spot, squinting at us in disbelief. Yes, I once encountered this man in Sweden and our interaction was brief and straightforward - he simply asked me for directions! Had it not been for his distinctive habit of sniffing the air, I would have forgotten him entirely. And now, when questioned about the encounter, I foolishly denied ever having met him. In truth, I was afraid that Steven might interpret the situation in an unfavorable light. But why should I care what he thinks of me? “You didn’t mention you have a beautiful… wife, Mis

Summer’s Point of View I gathered the papers and carefully examined every page. It dawned on me that this contract was identical to the one we had signed four years ago, with the only change being the names. I was now Party A, and he was Party B. Moreover, the contract duration was not just three months as I had previously thought, but rather three years. “Wait...three years?!” I set the papers down and gazed at him with a puzzled expression. “Why would I agree… for three years with you?” “Do you not want to?” he inquired, flashing a slight grin. “No problem. Just deliver the message to Harvey. I’ll see him in court.” I gave him a stern look in response to his words. “Your terms have too many demands, Mr. Carter!” “But you sought the same thing as me before.” “But three months and three years are vastly different spans of time!” He simply shrugged his shoulders and said, “I will not force you if you don’t want it.” As he was about to return the papers to his drawers, I interve

Summer’s Point of ViewWe were relieved when Senior’s breathing stabilized, allowing us to relax a bit. However, it had already been two days, and he was still not leaving Nana’s coffin. Today was Nana’s final day.As I sat there quietly observing, I couldn't help but notice how tightly he clung to the coffin as if he couldn't bear to let it go. His silence was worrisome and left me with a sense of concern.Nestled within the depths of the individual’s being, there existed a heart of remarkable tenderness. Like a delicate flower, it possessed an innate capacity to love and be loved, radiating warmth and affection for all who crossed its path. Yet, this tender heart was not without its vulnerabilities. It stood as a fragile entity, susceptible to the harsh winds of life that threatened to shatter its very essence. With each beat, it carried the weight of past hurts and the scars of emotional wounds, a testament to the profound depth of its capacity to feel. The depths of sorrow and mou

Steven’s Point of ViewI carefully set the plastic bag on the table directly in front of the couch where she turned sleeping. She lay on her side, using one hand as a pillow, while the other clutched onto a photo album. I approached her in a slow and purposeful crouch, ensuring my movements were deliberate and unhurried.As I drew closer, I delicately reached out to sweep away the stray tendrils of hair that rested upon her noble face. Each strand, like a delicate wisp of silk, was carefully lifted away, revealing the captivating features that lay beneath. The soft touch of my fingertips against her skin was a tender caress, a gesture of utmost care and devotion. In that intimate moment, time seemed to stand still, as if the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of us connected in that quiet, profound act of affection.She had been blissfully unaware of the world around her as she continued to slumber peacefully. The soft rhythm of her breaths, like a gentle

Steven’s Point of ViewJust as I was about to shut the door, assuming that Stefani would no longer follow me, I was taken aback when she timidly poked her head into my room and asked, “Excuse me, can I come in?”I gazed at her for some time, pondering why this young girl held such a special place in my heart. Each time I laid eyes on her, it brought to mind the two angels I had lost. Despite knowing that she was the offspring of Summer and another man, I could not muster any anger. Instead, a deep yearning filled me, and all I desired was to hold her close in my embrace.I let out a sigh and put on a faint smile, trying not to scare her. “Please don’t stick your head out like that or I might accidentally close the door and hit you. It’s not safe.”She looked at me with her rosy cheeks and innocent eyes, reminiscent of the way her mother used to catch me whenever she was up to mischief. “May I enter now, Mister?” she reiterated.I widened the doorway to let her in. “Feel free to take a