Lahat ng Kabanata ng My husband hates me: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

44.Alessa's hand rested gently on his shoulder, her head nestled against his chest, yet despite the warmth of his embrace, a cloud of uncertainty settled in her heart. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something felt off.Rican must have sensed it too because he pulled her closer, his touch tender as he cupped her cheek. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, lingering just long enough for her to feel the comfort and affection he always gave. Then he kissed the tip of her nose, light and playful, then forehead.Alessa released a deep breath, trying to mask the heaviness in her chest, she whispered, "I think you should leave now. You’re already late, Rican."Rican, however, lingered, clearly reluctant. It wasn’t the first time he had to travel for business—far from it. Before their relationship began, he’d left countless times without a second thought. Back then, he barely even noticed her presence. But now, everything was different. The idea of being away

46Rican rushed into the house, heart pounding in his chest, the chaos of the living room hitting him like a slap in the face. Bottles scattered on the floor, chairs knocked over, remnants of the party still lingering. But none of that mattered. His eyes were searching for only one thing—Alessa.His steps were fast and determined, and before he could make it further into the house, Sia appeared in front of him, her face pale, her breath quick. She looked startled, almost panicked."Rican? What are you doing here? I thought you were on your business trip," she asked, her voice shaky, trying to force a calmness that wasn’t there.But Rican wasn’t in the mood for games. He ignored her question completely, his eyes narrowing as he studied her expression. Something was off. Sia looked tense, like she was hiding something, her eyes flickering nervously around the room, unable to meet his gaze."Where is Alessa?" His voice was cold, direct. There was no room for excuses.Sia hesitated, biting

48.Alessa sat in the corner of the room, terror coursing through her veins like ice. Her back pressed against the cold wall as if it could offer any protection from the storm she knew was coming. Her throat felt dry, her body shaking uncontrollably with fear. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself.Across the room, Rican sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes locked onto her with a fiery intensity that made her want to disappear. The silence between them was suffocating. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the burning anger radiating from him, sending her already paralyzed body into a deeper spiral of panic.Tears streamed down her face, and her breathing became shallow, echoed by desperate hiccups. Every second felt like an eternity as she watched him stand up, his every step toward her echoing like the ticking of a bomb. The closer he came, the more she tried to press herself against the wall, but there was nowhere left to go.In a sudden, terrifying move, Rican grab

50Rican staggered out of the room, leaving Alessa behind like a shadow of everything he once thought he knew. He couldn’t stay in that room a second longer—the air felt too thick, his mind too shattered.His chest tightened with every breath, and the pounding in his head matched the chaos inside him. As he stepped into the hallway, he barely noticed the mess around him. The broken bottles, the trash littering the floor—everything was a wreck, just like his life.The hall was empty, a quiet blessing. The last thing he needed was faces staring at him, seeing his rage, his hurt, his complete and utter devastation. He couldn’t face anyone, not now. His body was on the verge of collapse, every muscle drained, every step feeling heavier than the last. His mind was a storm of emotions; swirling with betrayal, anger, and pain so deep it burned.He dragged himself towards another room, his legs barely able to carry him any farther. The second he reached it, his body gave out, collaps

52.Alessa laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind refusing to quiet down. Sleep was far, every haunting thought that swirled in her mind. The moments at the party played over and over like a broken record, but no matter how hard she tried, the details remained blurry, frustrating her even more.She struggled to piece everything together, trying to remember every small interaction, every face. It was as if the fog clouding her memory was deliberate, blocking her from the truth. Then, her thoughts drifted toward Xavier. ‘Was it him?’ she wondered, trying to recall if there had been any signs, anything suspicious in his behavior. But nothing stood out. Xavier had never given her a reason to doubt him before.And then, like a bolt of lightning, a memory flashed through her mind."Hey, let’s have a party!"- Sia had insisted that night. Alessa had initially refused, saying she wasn't in the mood, but Sia had been so persistent, almost forceful about it.Alessa was always