บททั้งหมดของ Goodbye, My Heartless Husband: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Bree's POV'REJECTED'I should have gotten used to these words by now.I should have known how fast they came.It was either this or an email saying 'YOUR QUALIFICATIONS EXCEED….’Exhausted, I'd accepted my fate because anytime I left for an interview, it was already stamped at the back of my mind that I would be rejected."Where the fuck Is she?" A voice I was all to familiar with came from the hallway. The frown on my face only deepened.My aunt's voice continued to echo throughout the house so loud that I was sure the neighbors two streets away could hear her."Another rejection I see." She said, folding her hands on her chest, legs standing akimbo with a scowl on her wrinkled face.A sigh of irritation escaped from my lips.Aunt Brianna had taken me in when my mother passed away ten years ago. I want to say she had been like a mother to me but I really don't like to lie.You see this woman, while not being like the other horror story kids—Lord have mercy on me for that word—who wa

Bree’s POV I was jolted from sleep by an unsettling sort of silence. Not the gentle kind that wraps around you like a warm hug or the serene type that blesses lazy Sunday mornings. No, this was the kind of quiet that closed in on my chest, making it feel impossibly tight, as if I were trapped in a vise, while my brain struggled to process just what was going on. I blinked a few times, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. The steady whir of a ceiling fan drifted lazily above me, and I felt the cool touch of crisp sheets against my skin. There was a velvet curtain drawn halfway open, letting in streaks of gray morning light. But as I took in my surroundings, a sense of confusion washed over me. This was definitely not my cozy little bedroom at home, nor was it even my aunt’s cluttered, stuffy house filled with her meticulously arranged trinkets and suffocatingly cheerful wallpaper. This was— My brain felt like it was spinning, a whirlwind of thoughts and memories colliding a

Chapter 5 Bree’s POV I didn’t sleep last night ,How could I Everything around here was a reminder of how I was deceived, that I wasn’t welcomed here. I sat curled on the edge of the bed, still in that cream dress, that felt like it was mocking me, my fingers toyed with the bracelet mum gave me years ago, the only piece of her I had left. I replayed everything in my mind, Juliet’s warm smile felt like venom now, the blurry video would follow me for the rest of my life unless I find a way to delete it. How could I be so stupid to trust her so easily , I forced myself to breathe, I would not let them break me like my aunt did. Entering the kitchen, juliet was seated like some queen in silk pajamas, she had a cup of coffee in one hand and , may I say a very fake smile on her face that made me want to smash her head against the wall and wipe that smile of her face for putting me in this position, “Morning, Mrs. Kings” she cooed, like this was some fairytale I should

CHAPTER SEVENBree's POVThe car ride back felt like sitting in a freezer.Mike hadn't said a word since we left the gallery. He just stared out the window, his jaw so tight I thought his teeth might crack. I kept my hands folded in my lap, trying to make myself as small as possible. The journalist's questions still echoed in my head. "How did you two meet? Were you trying to avoid attention, or was there another reason for the rush?"I'd answered. I'd smiled. I'd done exactly what Mike told me to do.But apparently, it wasn't enough.The car pulled up to the estate, and Mike was out before it even fully stopped. He didn't wait for me. Didn't hold the door. Just walked straight toward the house like I didn't exist.I followed slowly, my heels clicking against the stone driveway. My feet hurt. My face hurt from forcing that stupid smile all night. Everything hurt.By the time I got inside, Mike was already in the living room, pouring himself a drink.I stood in the doorway, unsure if

Bree's POV"What did you tell him?" Mike demanded again, his voice sharper this time.I stood up from the window seat. "Nothing.""Don't lie to me." He took another step closer. "I saw how he looked at you. What did you say?""I didn't say anything!" My voice cracked. "He asked if I was okay. That's all."Mike's eyes narrowed. "And what did you tell him?""I said I was fine.""You're lying.""I'm not...""You told him something," Mike accused, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I know you did. That's why he looked at me like I'm some kind of monster."My heart pounded. "Maybe he looked at you like that because of how you've been treating me."The words came out before I could stop them.Mike's expression darkened. "How I've been treating you?""Yes." I forced myself to stand straighter, even though I was trembling. "You blame me for everything. You won't listen. You won't even look at me unless it's to tell me I'm doing something wrong.""Because you ruined my life," he said