All Chapters of He Divorced Me, Then Begged Me Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ANGEL “Finish your food so you can take your medicine,” Karen urged, holding the bowl closer to me.My head throbbed painfully. Even the slightest movement made my stomach churn. Fevers always hit me this badly, and I despised it.I forced down each bite, swallowing slowly and carefully, then took the medicine right after. I needed to get better quickly. I hadn’t been able to take care of Gideon because of this, and just thinking about it made me restless.I refused to go to the hospital. I didn’t want to trouble anyone or feel like a burden. This would pass anyway.Three long days later, my fever finally broke. The next morning, I woke up early, planning to cook for my husband.“We’ll handle it here, ma’am,” Karen said when she saw me in the kitchen. “You just recovered. You might relapse if you overdo it. You should rest.”“Such a try-hard,” I heard someone whisper.Another maid quickly nudged her and gave he

ANGEL Two weeks had passed, and I hadn’t stepped out of my room once. I thought I’d be locked in this room for only a day or a week, but I was wrong. And if things couldn’t get any worse, they locked the door from the outside, barely brought me food, and left me lying in bed all day, weak from hunger and frustration.Karen, the one who brought my meals, would secretly sneak in small snacks when no one was looking—just enough to keep me from completely passing out. However, those weren’t enough.Was he really that mad at me to do this?Gideon never came to see me. Zenaida, on the other hand, seemed to make it her mission to torment me, walking past my door to throw snide remarks and reminders of how miserable I was.I was adjusting my pillow one afternoon when the door creaked open. I thought it was finally Gideon, but my hope crashed in an instant when I saw George instead.His face was flushed, and his movements were sloppy. I

ANGEL “Tell me what he likes, and we’ll go from there. You know… like his favorites? Is there anything specific he’s been looking forward to?”“Divorce,” I blurted out.“What?” His brows pulled together.“Nothing,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I mean… I don’t really know.”Whoo! Good thing he did not hear me clearly.His expression shifted to confusion. “What do you mean you don’t know?”I remained silent, unsure how to respond. Sensing something was wrong, he didn’t push and shifted the conversation.“Okay, then let me ask this. What did you usually give him on your past anniversaries?”“Luxury cars. Expensive items,” I replied.I used my money only when it was for him. I gave him things others could only dream of, but he never accepted them.Rowan hummed. “That explains it.”“Explains what?”“This time, it has to be different. He’s been surrounded by luxury hi

ANGEL I only had a few things, so moving them into his room didn’t take that much time. Gideon was still in the bathroom, which gave me a chance to look around. The room was painted in gray and white, and the furniture was simple and minimalist. A smile stretched across my lips. Finally, I got to be in the same room with him again. Throughout almost three years of marriage, this had barely happened once a year. I had to thank his parents for coming over.My eyes drifted to the bed. When would I be able to lie beside him like other couples? Would I ever be given a chance to hug and kiss him one day… or was that just a foolish dream of mine?“It’s okay,” I convinced myself. “At least we’re in the same room.”While waiting for Gideon to finish, I tidied up the couch. His parents were not here yet, but he told me to sleep here since they might arrive early in the morning.“You wanna take a shower?”I was startled by the sudden voice. Gideon was standing outside the bathroom, hands runni

ANGEL Later that night, I sat quietly on the couch, sneaking glances at Gideon. He was on the bed, completely absorbed in his phone. I could hear the soft tapping of his fingers against the screen as he typed.Who was he talking to?Was it… Amanda?“Uh…” I cleared my throat. “Gideon…”He lifted his eyes to me, his expression unreadable. “What?” he asked flatly.“Can I ask you a favor?”His brows furrowed. “What?”I hesitated for a second before gathering my courage. “Since our anniversary is on the fifteenth… can you take the day off? Maybe we could go somewhere?” I suggested.His eyes narrowed slightly. The small spark of hope inside me flickered.“You’re asking me out on a date, aren’t you?” he said, his tone almost mocking.I bit my lower lip and nodded slowly. Everything was set, except for the couple's bracelet, which was yet to arrive.“I’m busy,” he said coldly. “I hav