ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY HUSBAND のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

“Are you serious right now?”“Yeah— I was just kidding”Sharon said through her door. She had left to take a shower in her apartment,she wouldn't shower in his, no matter how hard he tried to convince her. Sharon was so confident on the bus, but all of a sudden, she felt like it was a terrible idea“Would you at least let me in?”Sharon looked around uncomfortably, then she slowly opened the doorHe walked into her apartment, his aura surrounded the place, and the entire house suddenly felt smaller. Everything seemed to revolve around them all of a sudden “What in the world are you wearing?”“It's a onesie!”Sharon said excitedly as she spun around. The oversize piece of clothing hung loose on her figure, making her appear like an overly grown child “You put this on to piss me off, didn't you?”“No seriously, it's just really comfortable”Sharon said clasping her hands around herself “I hate it”“Sharon smiled coquettishly”“I love the fact that you hate it”She turned around, and

Don't look at me, please. It's not something I'm proud to narrateSharon said, turning her face inches away from himHe let her Sharon twisted her hair to manage her nervousness When I was a child, I used to think I was very lucky. I mean I was born to a rich, influencial family.But as I grew, my parenting became stricter, more complicated. I was made to understand that I had to earn the right to be loved. My mum did her best to encourage me, but she was just a background character. A puppet, my father's puppet.She had no jurisdiction over anything that happened. My dad never hid his hatred for me, and he did everything he could to express it. Sometimes I felt that my mum didn't love me, because she never said anything. Never did anything—Until I grew old enough to understand the severity of the scars I saw on her body. They were very deliberate, and they always took time to heal. My mother was always in pain And later I came to understand that it was my fault, all my fault.Sha

So far, Luca and Sharon had spent about a month in Italy.Donald and Palmer who arrived shortly after them, had spent about three weeksDuring this period, they had remained fairly discreet. Donald couldn't risk an episode with Luca. He couldn't risk an unexpected interaction, it was a threat to his planOccasionally, Palmer would spy on Sharon. Donald found it cringe, but the maniac was well—A maniacFinding the Carillo family house was tough work, they had to pull a lot of strings. The Carillo’s had made sure they lived a quiet life, selling bread in a small town.But information travelled fast, and they couldn't stay hidden for long, at least not from Donald Pavilochenki Palmer traced their location, and their small town hideout became a threat to them. As they had no nosy neighbours, who would call the police if they saw two suspicious men walk into their house It was perfect The information they gained from the Carillo's would solidify the evidence they already had, and serv

Luca looked at his watch one last time, before walking out of his car, at the airport. His first class flight was due. He has decided against using his private jet. His mind was in a mess. How could he maintain his sanity after finding out that Hillary Gray was Sharon's tormentor?He was enraged. Beyond that, he was guilty. He felt that he was partly responsible for her troubles, that he contributed in making her life miserable. In reality he did. Because it was an arranged marriage, and he was supposed to act that wayBut he felt that if he was nicer, less of a monster to her at the very beginning, he would've been able to consider himself worthy of healing her scars. The only way he felt he could fix things was with violence, because for a long time that was the only language he understood But as he walked, he couldn't help but wonder if he was any different from the man who hurt the love of his life.Probably Arman was right, and Luca was about to make a mistake—He took out his

For the days that Luca was gone, Sharon was disturbed. Georgia eventually found her way that day and narrated to her how she was left behind by the tourist busShe visited the orphanage, and collected flowers with the children.And the flowers she collected sat near the roses, which Luca had given her sometime ago. But that was the point. The roses were beginning to lose their spark. And Luca had been gone for just three days—She felt something odd, something that made her sick to her stomach. The idea that Luca had left her because he didn't want her anymore. And he did want her anymore because of what she told himSharon sighed, as she crawled into her bed. Nothing seemed the same, and the nights seemed colder and longerShe wrapped the duvet around herself, but sleep didn't come to her. She was beginning to get used to him, his scent his presence—That she felt it was something she couldn't do without She didn't know what time it was, or if she had managed to get any sleep But