บททั้งหมดของ 90 DAYS WITH BELLA.: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 46

BELLA’S POV.The next morning, sunlight poured softly through the tall windows, slipping past the golden curtains and resting against my face. My eyes fluttered open, and for a few seconds, I forgot where I was the lavish suite, the scent of leather and cedarwood, the heavy silence that had settled after the chaos of last night.Then it hit me the gala, Sophia, the wine, and the look in Alex’s eyes. The anger, the shock and the pain. I turned slowly to my side, half expecting him to be there, but the sheets beside me were already cold. He’d been up early or maybe he hadn’t slept at all.I sat up, brushing my messy hair back, and let out a slow breath. “Okay, Bella,” I muttered to myself, “pretend everything is normal. Don’t make it weird.”Downstairs, the sound of clinking glass and low music filled the living room. When I walked in, I found Alex standing by the counter, already dressed in a perfectly tailored black shirt and slacks. His sleeves were rolled up, showing his watch and t

ALEX’S POV.The headache hit me like a hammer the moment I stepped into my office. The dim light slicing through the blinds didn’t help either. It was one of those mornings where even breathing felt like punishment for the night before. I should’ve stopped drinking after the second glass, but stopping had never been one of my strong suits. Especially not when I’m trying to forget something or someone.The quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the silence, the only sound that kept me company as I sat behind my desk, a half-finished report glowing on my laptop screen. I’d been staring at it for nearly an hour, pretending to work, but all I’d managed to do was re-read the same sentence ten times. My head throbbed with every heartbeat, my stomach twisted, and yet, the only thing I could think about was Bella.A month and a half. That’s how long it had been since we got married. And every single day since, I’d found myself caught between two worlds the one where I wanted to love her, and

ALEX'S POV.“Let’s get a divorce.”Those four words landed like a blade to my chest. Sharp, precise and fatal.I felt them slice through the thin layer of self-control I had left, but I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t. If I showed even the smallest crack, everything I’d been holding back every feeling, every memory and every weakness would spill out in front of her. And I couldn’t afford that.So I forced my face to stay cold, my voice flat, even though my heart was thundering like it wanted to break free.“Are you done?” I asked her, pretending like her words didn’t just wreck me.Bella was crying quietly, desperately and painfully. And God… it killed me. I hated seeing tears on her face. I hated knowing that I caused them. I hated that part of me wanted to pull her into my arms and tell her not to leave me. But I didn’t deserve that kind of comfort. I didn’t deserve her.So I swallowed the lump in my throat, shoved every emotion down my spine, and said what I knew would hurt her even more