บททั้งหมดของ After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: บทที่ 391 - บทที่ 397

DAMON'S POV:​I had built this huge empire entirely from scratch. I had joined the military, worked through grueling conditions, survived brutal missions, and fought my way to the top of the world just to build this vast fortune. I had pushed myself past human limits because of her. Because of the sharp memory of the girl who had called me a nobody under the oak tree. Because I had wanted to become a powerful, wealthy man that she could never look down on again.​And the entire time, she had been keeping a silent vigil over my heart. She had sacrificed her own happiness, destroyed her reputation in my eyes, and carried a terrible weight on her young shoulders for eight years just to keep my family from ruining hers.​She had not walked away because she hated me. She had walked away because she loved me far too much to let her family fall into a trap, and far too much to destroy the image I had of my own parents.​I felt something crack wide open inside my chest. It was a cold, frozen

​ISABELLE'S POV:​The words hung softly in the air between us like a quiet promise.​I forgive you.​I had not expected to hear those words from his lips today. I had come into this room expecting endless anger. I had expected harsh words and emotional punishment. I had fully expected him to push me away the exact same way I had pushed him away eight years ago, forcing me to suffer the same long agony I had put him through.​But he had forgiven me. He had held me in his arms, looked deep into my eyes, and chosen to let the past go.​I felt fresh tears prick my eyelids, but I did not try to stop them this time. I simply let them fall which fell down my pale cheeks and dripping onto my hands. I had been holding onto this terrible guilt for eight long years, carrying it around inside my heart like a massive boulder that was slowly crushing the life out of me. And now, in a single breathtaking second, he was lifting that awful weight completely off my shoulders.​"Thank you," I whispered,

ISABELLE'S POV:He moved lower, kissing down my stomach until he settled between my thighs. He spread me open with his thumbs and dragged his tongue right up the center of me in one long, slow lick. I cried out, loud and unrestrained. He did it again, then focused on my clit, licking and sucking it like he was starving for the taste of me.My hands flew into his hair. My hips rolled against his mouth. He slid two fingers inside me while he kept sucking, curling them just right, and the wet sounds of his tongue and fingers mixed with my loud moans. He didn’t stop until I came hard, thighs shaking around his head, a broken cry tearing out of my throat as the pleasure crashed through me.He kissed his way back up my body, slow and open-mouthed. When he reached my lips I could taste myself on his tongue. I pushed at his chest until he rolled onto his back. Then I climbed down and took his cock in my hand.He was thick and heavy and already leaking at the tip. I stroked him once and he gro