All Chapters of The breaking point of love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

​Amidst the sheer cruelty of what had transpired, Evelyn chose to escape in her own way. She withdrew from reality completely, sinking into a coma that lasted a full week. It was a week of pure psychological and physical agony, during which she fought nightmares far more bitter than her actual reality. In her sleep, she saw blood, and a weeping child stretching his tiny hand out to her, while Kai’s voice echoed relentlessly through her mind: "Defective woman... murderer!"​When she finally opened her eyes on the morning of the eighth day, her body was completely hollowed out by the exhaustion of the miscarriage and her brutal labor. Her vision was blurred, and her throat was dry to the point of pain. Instinctively, she touched her stomach again in sheer terror, only to collide with the cold, hard truth: she had lost him.​Before she could fully comprehend where she was or even catch her breath, the door swung open and a nurse walked in carrying a few papers. Her features bore no sympa

​A heavy silence enveloped them, broken only by the sound of Evelyn's ragged breathing. Gathering the absolute remnants of her strength, she moved slowly within his confinement to turn and face him. She looked into his sharp eyes, which radiated an intense power and possessiveness, fighting desperately to piece together the fragments of her wounded pride and raise a mask of frail strength against a gaze that felt as though it could pierce her very soul.​She swallowed her dry spit, speaking in a tone she fought to keep steady: "You are wrong... he... he still loves me. What happened between us was only because of his grief over our great loss... He is just going through a difficult time..."​He looked at her as if he could see right through all her lies, not moving an inch, continuing to hem her in with his body and imposing presence. He looked at the overwhelming paleness of her face, and at her hand which still bore the marks of the cannula wound, before speaking in a low voice that

​Adrian lit his cigarette calmly and sat on the genuine leather sofa. After a few seconds, he looked at her as he tapped his cigarette ash into the ceramic dish. "Dana, I recall that I already set the boundaries of our relationship. Do not make me resent you." ​She tapped her fingernails on the table in front of him, then sat down and quietly pulled a cigarette from his pack, challenging his eyes. "But you are the greatest benefactor of our relationship, Adrian." Slowly closing her eyes, she leaned her face forward with the cigarette in her mouth to light it from his, then leaned back again and continued: "While I? I feel like the loser here. I gave you everything you wanted—my body, my soul, and all my money and influence, which you control as you please—while you do not allow me to gain any privileges from you." ​Adrian knitted his brows. "When you say this, you make me feel as though you are the one superior here and I am exploiting you. Have you forgotten who I am? Th

​Eileen POV:I expected him to explode, and I braced myself internally for a slap or a scream to shatter what remained of the room's calmness. But what happened made me look at him with a bewilderment that I could not conceal.​Seconds of heavy silence passed before Kai’s tensed features slowly relaxed. He exhaled a long breath laden with the remnants of the wine's odor, and a strange look glinted in his exhausted eyes... a look that was a mixture of relief, need, and unexpected gratitude.​His large hand extended—not to grip my jaw with cruelty, but to stroke my hair with a rare gentleness, a warmth I had not felt from him for long months. His fingers moved through my scattered hair strands with extreme care, and his raspy voice dropped to a whispering tone that my ears caught:"You did well, Eileen... we need every penny at this cursed time."​I froze in my place, feeling a burning lump of guilt that nearly choked me. My lie, which stemmed from fear, was met with the greatest emotio

Dana POV:With a blind impulse that I had never witnessed in him before, Adrian’s hand extended to sweep away everything that filled the surface of the marble desk. The important papers scattered into the air like white shards, pens rolled away, and the ashtray fell to shatter on the floor, making a din of which he was completely unaware.​He lifted me with force to place me atop the emptied desk, and trapped my body with his own as if he were trying to contain my breath within his grasp. He leaned over me again, returning to kiss me with a harsher violence—successive, burning kisses that lacked any tenderness, followed by his handling of my body with a deep immersion in desire, like a drowning man clutching onto raging waves so that the bottom would not swallow him.​His long fingers were moving over my skin with audacity and turmoil, tearing apart the calmness of our office and the distances separating us. Despite the numbness that began to run through my veins, surrendering to his