บททั้งหมดของ My Husband's Vengeful Hatred: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Meera~I put my essentials in the bag while Abram placed our clothes in another bag because I suck at folding clothes."C'mon pigeon we will get late," I hurried my movements. We only had one hour left before our flight boarded.Last night, in the middle of his snoring, he suddenly woke up and told me that we are going on our babymoon. Or that's what he named our small vacation."I am not using those condoms, why are you putting them?" I rolled my eyes at his question. I swear my husband has such a huge ego."Because we should, Abram... I can't overthink about getting an STI," I said. I don’t know how but I had this weird feeling of getting an STI. And I am not taking any risk.Suddenly, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer, my chest colliding against his. He towered over me and tucked the loose strand of hair behind my ear.I gasped as I felt his erection through his jeans as he started to grind it deliberately against my core."If I had used a condom, our baby wouldn't hav

Meera~ "You need to eat this, Meera," she brought the spoon full of sea moss near my mouth. "It tastes disgusting," I whined like a child. But it really tastes bad. I'd rather eat sushi than this horrible thing. "But it contains high fibre, and you need it," I could hear the irritation in her voice. I opened my mouth and gulped that gel-like thing without chewing. I gagged, and she laughed. I glared at her, and then she put the spoon full of sea moss in her mouth too. God, she really has some powers to eat this shit without making faces. I don't know when my playful stare turned into something serious. "You love my husband, don't you?" I asked bluntly, and her expressions turned sombre. Her jaw ticked. "Yes, I do." She said with the same bluntness, and I nodded before getting up from the chair. "But always remember he is mine now," I said and walked towards our newly repaired elevator. I popped the pills the doctor prescribed me into my mouth and gulped them down with w

Meera~'Yes, I never wanted a baby with you and did think about having children with her before marrying you.'I sobbed. His words sliced through my heart. It was clear what he meant. His implication was simple , that I came in between them.In between their dreams. I ruined her chance to have a good life. And him , I have already ruined him.But then he should have told me beforehand. Why give me false hopes only to crush them in the end?Why abandon me like this? I am already too lonely and now he has made it worse. I am fucking drowning.Why tell me that he will love our daughter? Now what am I supposed to do alone? I thought my baby would never have to suffer what I went through, but I guess I was wrong.I wish you hadn't given up on me, Abram.This world feels cold. I had promised myself I would shield her from heartbreak. But how can I shield her from what is already breaking me?What will I tell her that she was unwanted by her father and he chose her big sister over her?My gr

Abram~"I am sorry for everything ".I didn't reply to Charlotte. I had nothing to say. I was tired and had no intention to talk to her. I stopped the car and grabbing her bag from the passanger seat I got out and walked towards the mansion. My feet stopped on their own accord and I gulped the painful lump down my throat. I am scared to face her again. To see her broken again. The home which should have been filled with warmth and her hummings was cold and eeire. I blinked back the tears and stepped into the home of broken dreams. And she was standing right there. Her eyes had dark under eye bags, all the reddish color from her cheeks was lost, her lips chapped and skin looked ghostly pale. She looked dead.She walked past me and I heard sobbing sound. It wasn't hers. I walked away from them, as Charlotte broke down in her arms. ***I sat on the dining chair and watched the act she pulled. "You will have to eat Charlotte". She is pretending as if our daughter never existed. She

Abram~She has slipped into complete darkness. It is worse than the first time. Worse than the death of Ian. Of course she has lost the part of herself which was growing inside her. And I don't know what to do? How to pull her out of this, when I am slipping in too. Drowning. And there is no one to pull me up. Everyday, every night...I think about my little girl. I wonder if her eyes would have been fiery ambers like her mama or blues like me. But I am that unlucky bastard who is so unfortunate that he didn't even get to see his stillborn kid once. This pain is unbearable and I want to numb myself, but all I feel is pain and agony in my soul. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and walked towards the mansion. I watched Charlotte sitting on the sofa with my baby in her lap.My eyes widened as I saw Charlotte's grip on Angela loosened, I ran towards them dropping my bag on the floor and took my babygirl into my arms. My heart was in my throat, Charlotte woke up from her crying and I g