บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire Betrayer: His Ex-wife’s revenge : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"It's been two whole years, and still no grandchildren. Not even one." Her elbow rested on the table, a spoon still clutched in her hand, and her eyes were fixed intently on my husband and me, waiting for an answer. The question hit me like an arrow. I was speechless, my graceful face falling into sadness. My heart grew heavy, so much so that I couldn't bear it anymore. Tears filled my eyes. I bent my head, trying to hide my feelings. With my left hand, I grabbed a napkin without looking up. I felt my husband's arm around my shoulder. "It's okay, my love," he whispered, his voice soft and warm, trying to comfort me. Then he looked up. "Mum, can you please let us eat in peace? My wife and I will have children when God decides," he said, his voice showing anger. "Please stop bothering us." He turned back to me. "Hey, babe, please stop crying. It's okay. God will do it for us." His words were meant to soothe, but the dam had already broken. I couldn't hold back anymore and cried a

Ethan's POV "This woman won't let me eat in peace," I muttered to myself as I heard my mother complaining about our childlessness. As the player I am, trying to keep up appearances for my parents, I pretended to love and care for someone I disliked so much. I couldn't hide my true feelings from my parents and hide them from her. I chose to hide it from my parents, since that's what they wanted, and show it to Maya. I knew she loved me dearly and wouldn't complain much, let alone divorce me. Even if she tried to complain to my parents, like she wanted to the other day, no one would listen to her, not even her parents, because they saw how much I cared for her in their presence. My mother went to her room, and I decided to enjoy my food with my father. I'd had a long day at the office and hadn't had a chance to eat. I was so hungry, but Maya stood up and said she was going upstairs. I put down my spoon to join her, even though I hadn't eaten enough. I didn't join her because s

A few minutes later, after getting dressed in clothes that felt too formal for the turmoil inside me, we left the house and headed to see Dr. Gilbert. The drive was silent, filled with unspoken tension We stepped into the waiting room of the hospital. The air conditioning felt cold against my skin. A nurse, her uniform crisp and white, nodded to us and pointed toward an open door. We walked in, my shoes making soft sounds on the polished floor. Dr. Gilbert, rose from his chair as we entered. He offered a polite smile. “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Ethan," he said, his voice calm and professional. "Good morning, Doctor," we replied together, our voices a little stiff. He gestured to the two chairs in front of his large wooden desk, and we sat down, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. He settled back into his own chair, his gaze falling to his desktop computer. "Ehm, Mrs. Theo has already told me what the problem is, which is not having a child after two years of marriage," he said

A tall man, his shoulders broad, stood naked with his back to the door. He was pushing hard, deep, into the woman in front of him. Every ripple of muscle, every flex of his back, spoke of raw, unbridled power.One hand was tangled in her hair, pulling it taut, anchoring her. The other, equally firm, cradled her thighs, allowing him to thrust with a savage abandon that made my stomach clench. The room vibrated with her loud moans, each one a raw, unfiltered sound of pure, undeniable pleasure that clawed at my ears.I stood there, stunned. The hot scene unfolding before me, the sight of that hot guy lost in his passion, felt strangely familiar. My mind struggled to make sense of it, but then a cold wave hit me. It was my husband.I knew his body without seeing his face. At home, I sometimes secretly watched him bathe, it was the only way I could see all of him. Just the sight of his body would make me want him, make me feel wet. And his penis? That alone, a weapon of exquisite pleasure,

Reaching home, I felt like I couldn't breathe, couldn't talk. I just walked straight to our room, Ethan wasn't home yet, which meant he didn't know about the accident or maybe went to the hospital from the hotel . I sank onto the edge of the bed and felt tears stream down my cheeks as I stared at the handkerchief in my hand."What do I do now?" I thought to myself, my eyes lifting to our wedding photo hanging on the wall above the bed.The only thing I thought of doing was divorcing Ethan. I couldn't see myself living with him again. This was beyond being able to forgive. I couldn't take his awful behavior anymore, talk now that there was no one left to keep him in line, who knew what next he would do.Then another thought came to me. "Would it be smart to divorce him now that both my mother-in-law and father-in-law are in a coma?""Oh, God," I said out loud, crying harder as I thought about how I would deal with this pain until my parents-in-law woke up."Welcome, sir," I heard Suz