My Husband Only Started Loving Me After The Divorce

Chapter 4

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ossed his face, his lips curling into a sneer. He saw it

rcasm. "Are you going to hit me with it? Is that the next

, theatrical gasp and huddled closer, f

rage so pure it felt like a fire in her veins. She stared at h

d shooting out to clamp around her wrist like a manacle. The crystal vase slipped from her nervel

forehead, and his face twisted in disg

ld even flinch, he reached up with his free hand.

pen again. A sharp, searing pain made her cry out, a strangled gasp. A fresh line of crimso

e shock in their depths as he saw the raw, und

down. He processed the blood not as proof o

she had ever heard it, a weapon designed to flay her soul. "Good perform

ore than the broken glass, more than his infidelity. They shattere

oom. The room she had designed, had filled with art and books and life. Now it was tainted. Bianca's cashmere shawl was

secration. It broke the

down, her movements jerky and uncoordina

e, her targe

at tore from the depths of her being, she

e, framed portrait f

ment. The portrait, with its image of their two smiling faces, a l

tunned into silence by the

r forehead now dripping onto her cheek. She pointed a trem

rds tearing from her throat. "B

heart merging into a single, unbearable vortex. She was on the v

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“On her third wedding anniversary, Alicia was crushed in a horrific multi-car pileup. Trapped in the bloody wreckage, she used her last ounce of strength to call her husband, Julian, for help. The call connected, but instead of his voice, she heard loud music and the clinking of glasses. Julian was at a party, tenderly wishing his mistress, Bianca, a happy birthday. After surviving the night alone in the hospital, Alicia dragged her battered, bleeding body back to their penthouse. She found Bianca wearing her silk robe, sitting at the vanity in her master bedroom. When Julian walked out of the shower, his first reaction wasn't concern for his injured wife. Instead, he looked at her bandaged head with absolute disgust. "What kind of trick are you playing now?" To prove she was faking it for attention, he violently ripped the bandage right off her fresh wound. As blood poured down her face, Julian wrapped his arms around a fake-crying Bianca, calling Alicia an insane, manipulative monster. For three years, she had endured his coldness, her genuine love constantly dismissed as the schemes of a social-climbing liar. She didn't understand how the man she once loved could be so blind, so casually cruel while she was literally bleeding out in front of him. But looking at the two of them standing united against her, the last embers of her love finally turned to ash. She calmly wiped the blood from her face and called her best friend. "I need a divorce lawyer. The best one you can find."”