บททั้งหมดของ MY ARRANGED HUSBAND IS THE MAN I CHEAT ON HIM WITH : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

- ACE - I trot down the stairs hurriedly, hoping to be the first to welcome her at the door outside any of my servants. I can hear the sounds of footsteps and chatter echoing within the room as I advance further to meet her. Lorelei is on the phone. She’s relating how much she enjoyed her night and how she just got back home safely and how much she would prefer to meet this ‘Leonardo’ at his place the next time they meet. I am consumed with fury. Only she can vex me this much with just a few statements. The moment I sight her by the entrance I grab her phone, ignoring her advances to take it back from me. “Do yourself the favour and stay away from my wife, Leonardo or I will be sure to make you regret being born.” I mouth, and cut the call. My eyes drop to Lorelei as I hand her back her phone. She looks at me with so much hate and the smile that she had when she walked right through that door is gone. Not like I saw her smile, her tone was just way too cheery to not assume

- ACE - I don’t know why I am still standing here, letting her spout things from across me. I don’t know why I haven’t done anything yet. I want to. I want to make this woman shut the hell up but I don’t want to use violence to achieve that. Even though I can. “Marco,” I call. “Boss.” He responds to me. “Take that phone from her and get every staff present tonight away from my home. Dismiss them for the night before retiring yourself. And please, leave her switched off phone on my office desk before leaving.” I notice the quiver of Lorelei’s body when I gave these orders. She’s terrified. Her boldness in the sight of terror is what amuses me. This woman is smart enough to calculate when she’s at a disadvantage yet despite that calculation, she doesn’t retreat. Not that she can. Marco reaches for Lorelei’s hand which is behind her. Drags it to him then snatches her phone away, ignoring how his rough act affected her at all. I am the cause of this. It is my fault no one her

- ACE - She talks about death so callously like it is a simple thing. Asking me to take her life, begging for it even is so dehumanising. I have never been one to care about whether people die or live. I have always accepted death as a part of life that is inevitable, yet it always seems to hit deep when it happens to someone I am relatively invested in and close to. And seeing Lorelei in near death experiences twice makes me know I don’t want her to die. I couldn’t dream of it. And it is not because I care about her, but because. . . I take a pause, trying to assess the impact of the thoughts running through my head. . . Because. . . I don’t know. I just don’t want her dead. I very much want her alive. Then give her a reason to want to keep living, you dumb ass! My conscience demands, slapping me right in the face. My jaw tightens and I feel my hands fold into quivering fists. I swear, I want to do that for her. I desperately want to but every time I am next to her

- ACE - I feel my heart racing violently in my chest at the leaking water running closer to me. My first instinct is to barge into that door and burst her out of there. And quickly. Before it’s too late. But with the way she has water already overflowing into her room. . . . I fear it already is. I’m in a state of panic at the sight and the thought is unnerving. My feet finds itself glued to the floor as if frozen as I try to move. I feel something in my chest stiffen. I could walk through that door right now and witness one of the most horrifying sight of my life tonight and experience an incredible amount of self loathing or I could just. . . A lump forms in my throat as my thoughts come to a halt in my head, terrified of what was about to run through my mind in that moment. . . I wanted to not go. To save myself of the inevitable. One way or the other, both options lead to me hating myself. To me never being able to treat this woman like my mind has told me to do countless tim

- ACE - I should be thanking her instead. For not choosing to drown herself in the tub. For not mixing harmful drugs and taking it while using water as a cover to that sickening operation. For not dying. I’d rather my house gets soaked with water and have mould everywhere than see her dead. I’d rather there be a rodent infestation, even, than have her dead. I swallow. As her fingers brush against mine to grab the towel, I let out a strained breath. I have never had her touch me before. Not willingly at least. Her fingers are so soft and small. I almost want to grab her by the hand and pull her to me but I know that will not be something she’d prefer. Not after all I’ve said and done to her. Not after the conversation downstairs. “It’s okay.” I clear my throat, still leaving my hand inside the cubicle. I don’t bother to peak inside. I know she doesn’t want me to see her naked and I won’t force it on her. I don’t want her to perceive me as a threat anymore. I don’t want her