บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed By My Abusive Ex-Husband: Pampered By The Devil : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

~~~ Two days ago ~~~ Colombia. The clock had just struck midnight when a phone resting on a polished desk inside a dimly lit office screen suddenly illuminated the darkened room with a harsh glow. Lucas, who was sitting in the shadows, felt his heart race with a mix of anticipation and anxiety as he glanced at the device. He leaned closer, anticipation tightening in his chest, only to feel a wave of disappointment wash over him once again. The caller wasn't the person he had been desperately yearning to hear from. “Dude, why won’t you answer her? She must be worried since it’s late and you’re still not home.” Victor, who was seated in front of Lucas, suggested, but Lucas shot him a piercing glare at his words. Lucas exhaled deeply, lifted the glass tumbler from his desk, and drank the whiskey. The liquid lingered on his tongue for a brief moment before flowing down his throat, the fiery sensation teasing his throat. He reclined back in his chair and shut his eyes as memories of

Reina sat at the dining table, the clinking of cutlery barely registering as the turmoil within her intensified. A storm of emotions raged inside her. ‘Did she really just agree to give Xavier a chance?’ The thought echoed in her mind, a relentless whisper that gnawed at her conscience. What about her husband, the man who deserved her loyalty? Guilt washed over her like a tidal wave, threatening to pull her under. She had promised herself that she would prove to her husband that her fleeting moments with Xavier were nothing but a mistake—yet here she was, entangled in an affair, repeatedly betraying the man she once vowed to love with someone she knew should be off-limits."Ahhh, damn it!" she screamed inwardly, her heart racing as heat rose to her cheeks. She shut her eyes tight, trying to hold back the hot tears that threatened to spill from their corners.The guilt was overwhelming, yet intertwined with an undeniable truth: her love for her husband, though deep and genuine, couldn’

After an hour of driving along the winding, lush landscape, Reina, who was comfortably nestled in Xavier's arms, lifted her gaze to look at his face. The moment the car changed direction into a wooded area. The atmosphere shifted; the tall trees, standing like silent watchers, cast shadows across the vehicle. Xavier, whose brow was slightly furrowed, looked at her puzzled expression, and he responded with a reassuring smile, his eyes sparkling with mystery. Just as Reina opened her mouth to voice her confusion, the car transitioned onto a well-paved road that cut through the forest. She watched in silent awe as the landscape flitted by, vibrant greens blurred against the clear blue sky, as they glided along the secluded path for another ten minutes. Suddenly, they arrived at a grandiose gate, its imposing stature more formidable than the one she had seen at the lavish party a week ago. A group of guards stood vigilant, their postures stiff and watchful, clearly prepared for any intr

“Reina!” Xavier cursed, remembering that in his fit of rage, he had abandoned her—he left her in the living room to deal with the aftermath of their fallout. He got angry when Reina asked Alexandre to call her by her name instead of mom. The sight of tears welling in his son's eyes, a first that cut deep into Xavier's conscience, ignited something within him that he had long buried. He forgot it wasn't Reina’s fault she doesn't remember then, but due to his selfishness. He caused all this mess; it was his fault. He didn't take Reina's feelings into consideration, but himself, how to make her his, how he forced an innocent girl into the role of a wife against her will. She had no choice but to accept him, together with his flaws. And he's doing it again, forcing her to accept him again, not taking into consideration her true feelings. With a heavy heart and an overwhelming sense of regret, he stood up, taking Alexandre’s small hand in his as they walked out together, the weight of his

For the past two days, Reina had remained locked inside her room. The silence of her isolation was only broken during midnight, when she ventured out to scrounge for something to eat in the quiet of the house. Reina stepped out of her bed and made her way to the kitchen. What she remained unaware of was that Xavier, consumed by a mix of worry and frustration, had been monitoring her every move from the glow of his laptop screen since day one. Following their argument two days ago, Xavier, unleashing his anger, had almost beaten the life out of Igor, but the arrival of Alfonso had abruptly shifted his focus. He delivered distressing news that his Russia base had been under an attack, leaving many of his men injured and billions in merchandise lost to thieves. With urgency coursing through him, Xavier had no choice but to depart and address the escalating crisis in the dead of night. What he hadn't anticipated was that Reina, stubborn and resolute, would continue to seclude herself in