Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear Husband, I Want this Marriage no More: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I woke up to the sun on my face, my lips instantly curling in a smile as the memories of the day before returned, and I stretched, yawning very unladylike.Sitting up, I let my gaze wander about the room. It was pretty decent, with a large light blue window overlooking the sea bringing in a cool sea breeze, and I inhaled a large whiff, loving the clean air.“Where are we?” I asked, heaving myself up. My legs buckled under me, still too sleepy to carry my weight, and I collapsed on the bed on my back.“Cayo Espanto,” Davy boomed from the room beside me, and the baritone sound reached my ears, enveloping me, and like magic I stood, wanting to put as little distance between us as possible. I walked towards the sound of his voice until I saw him sitting in one of the cane chairs, looking totally at ease there. “It is a private island in Belize.” He continued, raising his head to face me. “Courtesy of Mom.”“Oh.” And almost immediately, my mood deflated. However, I would have to admit that

Davy’s POVI watched my wife peel away her dress, revealing the red bikini beneath, and my body reacted before my mind could even catch up, my cock jerking in my pants.Not to be cocky, but Anna was simply a goddess. Her creamy skin was soft, a product of careful pampering. She was perfect in my eyes, and I was attracted to her in every way.I didn’t want to be that guy who was controlled by his libido, but right now, I was incapable of thinking of anything that didn’t require me burying my cock deep inside her and painting her insides with my cum.“What are you doing?” Anna asked sweetly, but I could see that mischievous glint in her eyes, and I knew she was anticipating it just as I was. I could tell from the way her pulse quickened, her breath coming out in shaky pants, and I walked slowly towards her, loving how she retreated, pleasing that hunter in me that always wanted to chase.I brushed my lips down her neck, feeling her shiver while my hands splayed possessively on her tits.

Let me introduce myself again.I am Anna Sinclair Walton. Daughter of infamous Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence, sister of Aaron. The wife of Dr. Hale Davy Walton, and I was currently alone on my honeymoon with only my fingers to help me in need.For the first few minutes after Davy left, I kept staring at the space he had once vacated, waiting for a crew to jump out and yell surprise.I had even positioned myself well, my back straight as a rolling board, practicing my smile because I would be damned if the camera captured me at a bad angle, but minutes ticked by and all I got was silence.Yet, I continued standing because I refused to accept the fact that I had just watched my husband leave me for a job he was better off not doing.And when it was clear, beyond reasonable doubt, that he had actually left, I turned, dragging myself to the bed we had once shared, the memory attacking me quite brutally as I lay in it.“Well, I guess I am a divorcee now,” I spoke to no one in particular. It was go

“What is wrong?” I ran inside, and Kim sat on one of the cane chairs, her brows tightly pulled together as she stared at her screen. “What happened?”She only shook her head, handed me the phone, and I squinted at the screen, the brightness almost blinding me, but I recovered fast enough to read what was there.It was a picture of Kim and me during the yacht party tangled in what could be a lover’s embrace, and the caption didn’t help.‘Caught in the Act: Two Women’s Private Vacation Exposed’“Really?” I rolled my eyes annoyed because not only did they invade our privacy, but they also managed to publish a lie.“It is nothing.” Kim said, trying to be positive, and I stared at her, tilting my head. “Are you sure?”“Of course,” she waved it off. “It is just some local Belize blog. I don’t even think the whole city will hear of it, and they didn’t even identify us; I’d say we are safe.”“I know,” I sighed. “I just don’t want this to reach the big blogs because once it does, it is over f

Hours later and somehow I was in a jet, sitting stiffly beside my husband on my way back home. He was enjoying this too much, looking all cool pouring into his book while I boiled over, rage taking over me.How dare he?Davy's head snapped up like he heard my inner rage, and he stared at me, coolly, if I may add, adjusting his glasses so they just sat well on his nose.“Do you need anything?”Yeah! Maybe your head on a stake…or maybe not. But I shook my head and focused on looking out the window, not that there was anything interesting to look at.White clouds swallowed the view below, leaving me with nothing to distract me from my thoughts.Craning my head, I turned back, searching for my friend, but Kim had immediately retreated to the tiny bedroom, claiming jet lag, and for someone who had promised she had my back, she was doing an awful job about it.I huffed, going back to looking at the clouds scattered over the sky, and I must have gotten tired of staring into space because the