Todos os capítulos de My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2]: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

RYAN “It happened when my come was still warm inside you.” I was being vulgar, but I didn’t care. All I felt in that moment was the betrayal by the one woman that I’d have given my life for. She turned around, her face composed in a calm exterior or at least she tried to, but her eyes betrayed her true emotions. She was hurt by my crude words, she was angry and in pain. And I was too. I was on the verge of breaking down. Still, I kept on as if I had a death wish because I knew after this she’d hate me and even I’d hate myself. “Tell me, is it even mine?” What the fuck I was saying? I couldn’t even control the fucking shit that was leaving my mouth. And as soon as those words left me, I already regretted them. It was a low blow, no matter what she had done. She reacted as if I had slapped her. Her eyes turned cold. And her hand went to her stomach as if to protect the baby from me. As if I’d hurt our baby. Yeah, I was furious but I knew that it was my baby inside her

ROSE Well… being the wife of a billionaire had its perks. One phone call, that’s all it took. A car arrived at the hotel, whisked me away to the nearest airport, and an hour later I was airborne, flying back to New York. I didn’t let myself think about what my over-controlling husband would do when he woke up to find me gone. He’d be worried first, because for all his irritating, obsessive asshole tendencies, Ryan loved me too much not to care. Then he’d be angry. Very angry. So instead of thinking about my husband I let sleep claim me. I slept in one of the leather chairs near the windows when the bedroom was only just few feet away. Because I couldn’t bring myself to lie in that bed as last time I was in it my husband wasn’t angry and accusing me, instead, he had his arms around me and was whispering soft loving words to me as I had slept, pressed naked to his body. I woke with a jolt. The flight attendant — Jen, I remembered, stood in front of me, smiling kindly. “Ma’am, we

RYANWhen I woke up, it took a minute for my brain to catch up, to piece together the chaos of last night.And another full minute to remember that, after the argument, I had walked out on my wife.Deciding I would fix this with a level head, I turned toward the empty space beside me… and froze.Two rings sat neatly on the pillow.My breath punched out of my lungs, and I bolted upright, cursing every foul word I knew. The bathroom door stood open, letting me know there was no sign of her inside it.Panic flooded me.Still, my heart beating so fast that I thought it would fail any moment, I called out for her, “Rose… Rose?” Silence was my only answer. I threw the sheets off and looked down at myself, realizing I was undressed. The memory hit hard, the way she’d helped me into bed, crying and apologizing, checking if I was okay. The way I’d repaid her kindness… with cruelty.“Why? Why? Tell me, why did you act like a… like a whore…” Those words echoed in my head like poison.I dragged

ROSEI opened my eyes and looked at the white ceiling of an ambulance. I could hear people talking, police sirens echoing and a young woman murmuring softly to someone about my BP and other vitals.Then I heard him, and felt my whole body relaxing, even just hearing his voice made me feel safe. Without caring, I sat up on the stretcher or at least I tried to, but gasped as pain covered every inch of my body over my body. “Ma'am, you should relax, let us—”I waved her away even as I tried to breathe through my pain. “My husband is here, I need to go to him.” “Ma’am, you need—"“What I need is my husband, please…” I murmured, and then even though every bone and muscle in my body was protesting, I slide off the stretcher. And with another painful wince, I stepped down from the ambulance. I could feel the scratches and cuts from the glass, but my sole focus was on the deep, angry, voice of my husband. I wanted to be near him to feel safe and to feel that everything will be okay.“Sir,

ROSE I watched with half opened eyes as the nurse took notes and asked Ryan questions. He replied to the point, his voice tense. And then, she gave a gown to Ryan before she walked out of the room, leaving us both to face the silence in the hospital room.Ryan sat with a blank expression on his face while he looked down at the gown clutched in his hands. And I looked at him. My handsome, obsessive and controlling husband looked broken. And, scared.He rubbed his palm down on his face, before facing me. His grey eyes begging and pleading for forgiveness, filled with pain and regret. I couldn't look at him when he was like that. Looking defeated and scared to an inch of his life. Even though we had our differences, I couldn't let him blame himself for what had happened and for whatever was going to happen next.I placed my hand on his knee near me and when he looked up, my heart broke as I saw his grey eyes shimmering with tears. I sat up with every part of my body throbbing and my i