บททั้งหมดของ My husband hates me: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

..*..*..*.... He tore off his shirt and discarded his pants. Approaching her with an unsettling intensity, he seized her chin forcefully, a sneer twisting his face. 'Look into my eyes,' he demanded, his voice dripping with venom. 'I want to see the pain in your eyes.' Emily, confronted with the sheer hatred in his gaze, could feel the toxic words cutting through the air like shards of glass. It wasn't just about the physical exposure; it was an attempt to strip her of dignity, to inflict emotional harm. The intensity of his loathing reverberated, leaving an indelible mark on the atmosphere. When his eyes fell on her, he saw the uneasiness, the helplessness, and, most importantly, the pain. Yet he remained cold and indifferent and even if he does it 'll not make a slight difference. He rammed inside her so vigorously earning a scream from her mouth as if someone put petrol on her body. He kept pounding inside her tight wall without letting her adjust as he put immense pressure with

|Author Pov | ..*..*..*... "She is fine now. Her body temperature is normal as well as her breathing rate. Nothing is to be worried, just need proper rest proper food. Don't let her drink any cold and I gave her injection she'll come back to her senses after 4-5 hours. It's better she avoid late night shower. After two or three days she can have her normal daily routine." – Relief washed over Steve as he listened to Dr. Jung-Suk's assessment. The doctor's words were a balm to the anxiety that had gripped him, and he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. As Dr. Jung-Suk continued to speak, Steve's attention shifted to Emily, who lay on the bed, still and seemingly unaffected by their conversations. Dr. Jung-Suk, familiar with Steve's tendency to keep certain aspects of his life private. He unspoken understanding between them allowed for silent cooperation. This wasn't the first time Dr. Jung-Suk had stepped into Steve's home. The doctor had been a reliable ally, called upon wheneve

"A dark, cold feeling is spreading through me like frost on a windshield on a winter morning." Katherine WebberMisery and obscurity are my closest companions since I started to comprehend. People have worn black to express their grief and my never ending grief pushing me into depression of darkness. This morning light is so dark than my night, the room is brightened with sunlight but all I can see pitch dark because there is no light no hope that can peck through my dark life. Flashback : Emily sat alone in her dimly lit room, her face buried in her hands as tears streamed down her cheeks. The sound of her sniffles echoed through the empty space, filling the air with a palpable sense of despair. The lobby room which was attached straigh

| Axel |..*..*..*..*...Axel sat slumped on the bench, His chest rose and fell in sync with the rhythm of his panting, the strain evident in every heave. Sweat cascaded down his forehead, tracing a path over his flushed skin before disappearing into the saturated fabric of his T-shirt. His T-shirt clung to him like a second skin, the fabric saturated with moisture from the intense workout.Axel's attention was drawn to a couple who were talking and flirting with each other. Their laughter and cheesy talking filled the air, a sharp contrast to the solitude that enveloped him. Watching them, Axel felt an unexpected pang of jealousy tug at his heartstrings. He didn't know them, but their happiness stirred something within him, a longing for the warmth of companionship he once knew.Memories flooded Axel's mind, unbidden and unwelcome. He remembered the days when he also had someone to share his laughter with, someone whose presence filled the empty spaces in his life. But now, as he sat

..*..*..*..*... At CBI office:The officer stood firm, trying to calm the agitated man standing before him. "Please sir, you just can't come like this. We have some rules that every citizen needs to follow," he said, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. But the man wasn't having any of it. His face twisted with anger, he barked back, "Go to hell with your rules. I just want to meet your officer, call him right now!" His voice echoed through the hallway, drawing attention of every officer. Meanwhile, the man's agitation only seemed to grow. His fists clenched at his sides, and his face flushed with frustration. He paced back and forth, his every movement exuding impatience and anger. Robert glanced around the office, noticing the scattered papers and disarray that seemed out of place. Amidst the chaos, he caught a glimpse of a figure fighting with officers and causing enough mess in the office. "Sir, I understand you're upset, but we have protocols in place for a reason