All Chapters of Dear Husband, I Want this Marriage no More: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

She calls him Davy. The name lodged itself in my skull, ringing continuously as I took his hand, waiting for him to open his eyes so I could be the first he saw. She fucking calls him Davy! I tried to focus on that fact as his hands twitched, his face slowly regained color, and he was blinking. But it proved abortive. She calls him by a name I call him! What the fuck? Davy opened his eyes before I could sink further in my anger, blessing me with those blue orbs, and like the gentle sway of the ocean water, they doused whatever anger that was in me. “Davy?” I breathed out. “You are awake.” I exhaled a sigh of relief, grateful to see him. “You are awake.” I repeated it again until I was sure it was ingrained in my brain. And I was leaning towards him, uncaring if he was still hooked on several machines. I just needed to feel his heartbeat next to mine, to know that he was actually here. He must have understood my need for it because his hands weakly patted my shoulders, my body

And I kept to my word.The ride back home was quiet, dare I say suffocating, and not even the sonorous voice of Celine Dion would dissipate the thick air.My hands tapped on the steering wheel as I drove, focusing on the road ahead. Davy today was the passenger princess; he was supposed to be at the back resting, but he had insisted on sitting next to me.In his own words, he was providing ‘company,’ even though that was the last thing I needed from him.I stole a glance from the corner of my eye, and he had rested his head on the car seat, his eyes closed as he tried to catch some sleep, and I reached over, turning off the music entirely.For the rest of the journey, I was lost in my head, my thoughts circling around a certain doctor with bobbed hair, the one who had been overly familiar with Davy.I itched to know more about her. I needed to get my hands on every file about her. Why the hell was she so familiar with him, calling him Davy? How dare she try to challenge me for my hus

“D-Davy?” I moaned, my fingers instantly tangling in his hair, but he swallowed every sound that left my lips, kissing me with an intensity that made goosebumps spread across my arms.This wasn’t how it should have happened; I was going to eat and maybe go back to bed, but my husband had decided other things were not worth it.“Oh fuck!” Every thought of sleeping instantly dissolved as his hands covered my breasts, squeezing them.Fire spread from everywhere we were in contact, his scent saturating the place, leaving nowhere for me, and my defenses crashed.Slowly, we parted, only for the need of oxygen, and I stared at him, my chest rising and falling, but the image I saw was hot enough that I shuddered all over.His eyes gleamed in pleasure, his lips were all glistening and wet, and I was greedy, reaching for him again, wanting him in every possible way.My pussy throbbed as we kissed, his hand straying around like he had lost his way. They caressed me, sending delicious tingles all

I made to go, ready to bulldoze my way through the bitch who had refused to keep her hands to herself and even my husband, who somehow failed to understand what boundaries are even though he had promised me. However, I couldn’t even take another step before a firm hand encased me, halting any thought of my murder. My nose wrinkled almost instantly, and my body revolted. A wave of disgust rose up my chest, annoyed to be touched by someone who wasn’t Davy in this gathering. I turned, my eyes burning, ready to unleash my wrath on the person who had dared, but I was met with a pair of gray eyes, his hair nearly woven in cornrows, but it was the way he stared at me that had me taking a step back. “Excuse me?” I bit out with so much venom, and thankfully, he got the idea and left my hand, yet I still eyed the area his hand had touched me, annoyed he had even considered that. “What do you think you are doing?” A soft voice bellowed from him, and my brow lifted slightly, my nose crinkling

Davy’s POVMy wife was drunk.The flushed cheeks, crossed eyes that flitted everywhere, and unsteady gait were all indications, and I shook my head, narrowing my eyes at her.Anna hated getting drunk, often complaining that she had no control in that state, and she was one who tightly clung to the idea. Yet here she was, unbalanced on her feet.“Red, let me get you to bed.” I cooed, walking towards her. She needed to sleep off the alcohol, and whenever she woke up, she would discuss why she needed a bottle.However, her nose flared, her eyes were bloodshot, and dare I say she was absolutely livid even though I had no idea why.“I swear if you put your hands on me, I will fucking maim you.” My mouth hung open, my head jerked backward, and shock ricocheted all over me at the choice of word and the threat that ensued. “Red?” I called, reaching for her gingerly, but her threat blared warning signs in my head. One look at her was enough to tell that she would carry it through, and I quickl