Todos los capítulos de The Nasty Side of Love: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

On every holiday, Blake would surprise me with thoughtful gifts, eager to show me off to his friends.When we were apart, he'd text "I miss you" countless times a day.He'd also seethe with jealousy if anyone so much as looked at me, his eyes burning with rage.Once, he told me, "Karen, do you know? My family is full of twisted monsters. You're the only one who's ever shown me what true love really is."Blake's insecurities ran deep. He constantly needed reassurance, asking me over and over if I still loved him.All I could do was hold him close each time, my heart heavy, until he finally drifted off to sleep in my arms.I was certain we would stay like that forever.So when he suddenly became distant, I was completely thrown off balance.Myra was a recent university graduate.The first time I heard her name was when Blake's secretary mentioned her. "The young women today have no creativity," she said. "Spilling coffee on the CEO? That's such an outdated cliché."I laughed it

"Who said I want a divorce? As long as you don't overstep, you'll still be my wife—the wealthy Mrs. Sullivan."I stared at Blake, disbelief washing over me. "What exactly do you think I am?"To my surprise, Blake stood up, waving his hand dismissively. "Cut the act. Didn't you marry me for my family's status in the first place?"After our marriage, your father's business took off. So why all the talk of divorce now?"I stood there, my thoughts scattered.But Blake didn't say another word. He casually loosened his tie and turned to head back to the master bedroom where Myra was.I guess the emotional strain I'd endured had already taken its toll.When I realized Blake viewed my feelings for him this way, all I felt was shock—and a sense of disbelief.Just then, Myra peeked out from the master bedroom. She wore a bathrobe, her hair falling loosely around her shoulders, her face glowing with a rosy flush."Hey, Karen. I'm a bit hungry. Mr. Sullivan says your cooking is amazing."

"Karen, have you had your fun yet?"I didn't look up. My body froze in place as if I'd turned to stone. A rush of blood surged to my head, sending a chill straight through me.When I didn't answer, Blake extended a hand, calm and composed. "Get up. Come home with me."I swallowed hard, trying to steady my nerves. Without saying a word, I quietly pulled my mask back on.There was still work waiting in the kitchen, and I had no time to waste on trash like him.Sensing I was about to walk away, Blake suddenly grabbed my wrist and yanked it, forcing me to turn and face him.He noticed my swollen hand, and a frown formed between his brows."What the hell are you doing?" he demanded. "Did you really throw away a life of luxury just to wash dishes in some foreign country?"I looked at him at this moment.And that's when it hit me—I still hadn't let go. The hatred was still there, simmering just beneath the surface.After all, wasn't everything I was enduring now caused by this worth

When my parents learned that I had been working part-time in a kitchen, my hands covered in blisters, their hearts ached for me. And when they found out that I had lost that job too, they couldn't hold back their tears."Karen," my father called. "Mr. Sanchez and I are working on a project together. Just give it some time. Once it's up and running, we won't have to worry about money anymore."Stay home and rest. You've still got me. There's no need for you to endure all that hardship."My mother nodded in agreement, not giving me a chance to protest. She gently ushered me back to my room and settled me on the bed."Get some rest. You still have your father and me," she said as she stroked my hair. "As long as we're here, we'll always support you."My daughter, you were meant to live a good life."My nose tingled, and I couldn't help but curl up under the blanket.Later that night, a faint light flickered across my eyelids.Still groggy, I slowly opened my eyes to see my mother

Blake took his time, slowly opening up about the inner turmoil he'd been battling.Eventually, he asked, "If you had known from the start how twisted and broken I truly am... would you still have chosen to be with me?"I thought carefully before responding, "No. I'm just an ordinary person. I don't have the ability to save anyone." Ultimately, real change had to come from within. No one could save Blake but himself.Blake managed a smile through his tears.He offered a sincere apology to me and the unborn child who was stripped of the chance to see the world.Whether he truly regretted everything or not didn't matter to me. In that moment, all I felt was a sense of relief.The weight that had been suffocating me for so long was finally lifted.Blake eventually agreed to the divorce. He instructed his lawyer to draft the agreement and voluntarily handed over two-thirds of his assets to me.This decision shocked many of the elders in the Sullivan family.They had been indiffer