บททั้งหมดของ Being Mr. Hunt's Wife : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Meanwhile that same evening, across town at west Cedarville Alura was actually at her old apartment, not the one she lived in with her dad though, it's the one she once shared with her roommate who later became her friend, Nessa. She stood in the middle of the one room apartment and looked around slowly, as memories hit her. After graduating she had to leave her father to find a job, but she needed a place to stay while job hunting. That was when she met Nessa at a job interview. Luckily they both got the job and Nessa offered to accommodate her at the apartment, but Alura would have to pay part of it since Nessa was struggling to pay it alone. Alura had willingly accepted. So that's how they became roommates and eventually best friends. They had spent two years in this place, two years of working three part time jobs because the salary wasn't enough, and eating instant meals almost everyday, and counting coins for bus fare. Now she was packing the last of what remained in th

"You look tired. Are you sick?" Lucius asked abruptly as Alura placed his usual cup of coffee on his desk the next day.Alura blinked, her hand freezing midway back to her side. For a second, she genuinely wondered if she'd heard him wrong. She stared at him, genuinely shocked, did he just ask a personal question?Her grumpy boss was asking if she was sick?"I--No." She stammered. "I just didn't sleep well during the weekend. I'm fine, Sir."Lucius leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze lingering on her face longer than usual.Long enough to make her painfully hyper aware of how her face looked.The concealer she had used that morning suddenly felt useless beneath his eyes. She resisted the urge to touch her face, already imagining the dark circles sitting under her eyes like bruises.God.Maybe she should have used a thicker layer. Maybe she looked so horrible and it was easily noticeable.He frowned slightly, a faint crease appearing between his brows. "You look exhausted."The

MEANWHILE IN ASHFORD BAY: The neighbouring City close to Cedarville."Sign it, Abigail."The envelope landed on the breakfast table with the finality of a coffin lid slamming shut. Abigail's fingers froze around her coffee mug, steam rising between her and the man she had called husband for three years. Three years of separate rooms. Three years of loving someone made of ice.Grey Knight, her supposed husband didn't even look at her.He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands in his pockets, watching Ashford Bay's skyline like it belonged to him. In many ways, it did. But somehow she didn't belong to him.At least not anymore."Grey--" Her voice cracked trying to protest."The probation ended yesterday," he cut her off, his tone cold like he was simply discussing business. "I fulfilled my obligations. You fulfilled yours. So It's time to move on."Move on? As if three years of marriage could be erased like a failed transaction.Abigail's hands trembled as she removed the papers f

The Ashford Bay skyline looked completely different from Cedarville's stark, towering steel structures. Here, the ocean breeze swept through the wide city streets, carrying a faint scent of salt water that temporarily cleared the heavy, suffocating fog in Alura's head. Last night Nessa had successfully dragged her to a bar in Ashford Bay, and they had drank their heart's out, thankfully Nessa could easily hold her drink without getting drunk. Unlike Alura who got drunk by the fourth shot. It was Sunday afternoon, the neon lit madness of the bar had faded into a bright, sunny warmth. "I am telling you, Alura, the air over here just tastes like money and fewer responsibilities," Nessa declared loudly, her pink hair catching the afternoon sun as she dragged Alura through a trendy shopping district. Before Alura could reply, a sharp, incredibly loud voice pierced through the ambient noise of the crowded street. "Nessa? Nessa Gilbert, is that actually you?!" Alura blinked as a woma

ASHFORD BAY.Grey Knight pushed the doors of his penthouse open. He was finally back from his business trip.He did not bother taking off his dark wool coat. He walked straight into the living room and dropped a thick, black folder onto the center of the glass coffee table.The heavy thud echoed loudly in the quiet room.Abigail who didn't notice when he came in, immediately looked up from the sofa. She had spent the last weekend waiting for his return. She had not packed her bags yet, she was determined to see if her cold husband would actually consider her 'bluff'.Grey stood over the table, his hands resting in his pockets. His storm-grey eyes locked onto her face."I had my legal team draft this yesterday," Grey said, his voice completely flat and void of any warmth. "It is an amendment to our original separation agreement. Read it."Abigail’s heart hammered against her ribs. She slowly stood up and walked over to the table. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened the black