Semua Bab Too Late to Beg I'm Already Gone: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Meritt's POV The door of his study was barely closed. Tonight, on our sixth wedding anniversary, it was slightly open just enough for the sound to find a way out.A low, shaky inhale and a muffled groan.I stood by the hallway, my pale hand freezing just a few inches from the door handle. The silence in the house made the heavy panting and moaning from his room all I could hear. For six years, our marriage was almost like we were roommates. Michael never touched me. He always told me he didn't want to hurt me, that he needed to be careful with me.A burning rage, wrapped in chills filled my chest as I leaned closer to the small opening.Through the narrow gap, I saw him. His back faced me, his shoulders tense and moving smoothly and the light from the computer screen lit up the dark room.I forced my eyes toward the screen.It wasn't a spreadsheet. It wasn't an urgent overseas email. It was a photograph, a woman with perfect skin, and a beautiful smile, with glorious red hair restin

Meritt's POVThe door swung open, hitting the wall with a soft thud.The humiliating display was still happening. Through my rage, my eyes immediately locked onto the sofa. Stella was by his side, her head resting against Michael’s chest as she giggled at his friend's cruel imitation of my trauma. And Michael? He just sat there with a faint smile on his lips. He didn’t stop them, he just watched.Then, the friend who was mocking me turned around and his stupid laughter died instantly in his throat. His face went pale at once as if he had just seen a ghost. One by one, the others turned around, following his gaze. A sudden ruled the air in the room.Stella blinked, sensing the terror in the air and sat up, her eyes landing on me. I saw how composed she was, calculating quickly on how to lighten the air before she quickly masked it with an innocent smile.She stood up and walked toward me, her heels clicking softly against the floor."You must be Meritt," she said, her voice laced w

Meritt’s POV"Why didn't you come home?"His voice wasn't raised. It was that same smooth and calm voice, but with a heavy sigh of disappointment, as if he had just caught a disobedient child skipping school.I stopped by the corner and he was leaning against his Maybach, his dark eyes fixed on me. He pushed himself off the car and closed the distance between us, his gaze looking up to the doors of the recording studio."And what exactly are you doing walking out of a place like this?" he demanded softly."I was just passing by," I lied, my voice flat as I looked away. "I wanted to take a look."He didn't press the issue. To him, my ambitions were dead anyway. Instead, before I could react, he reached out and took my phone right out of my hand. He tapped the screen, scrolling through the ignored notifications.His jaw tightened and he stared at me with disappointment."You ignored all my calls. You didn't answer a single text." He looked down at me, his brow furrowed in that perfect a