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My Husband Only Started Loving Me After The Divorce

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 753    |    Released on: Today at 18:23

d her eyes to a sterile white room, bathed in the soft, indirect light of a private hospital

open, his face illuminated by the screen's glow. He looked as if he

top with a soft click and walked to her bed

"Your performance was a success. The doctor, the nurses...

lickered through her mind-the charity gala, the whirlwind romance, the discovery that their first meeting had been orchestrated by her ambitious father. From that mo

ith the fresh hell of the last twenty-four

words were solid as steel.

in the past, it had always been a tearful plea, a desperat

divorce? Alicia, who the hell do you th

dark with a possessive fury. "You schemed and clawed your way into my bed, into this family, all for

nd empty, held his. "I don't want anything," she said, her voice

her. It didn't fit his narrative. This ha

, cruel promise. "You are going to stay right here, in this marriage. You will remain Mrs. Julian Gain

o storm out, to leave her trap

b, his phone buzzed. He glanced at t

embling. After a sleepless night, her conscience had won. She had seen Mr. Julian bring that woman home. She had seen the broken glass, the

egant posture rigid, her knuckles white where she gripped the receive

finally, her voice like a shard

ll and immediate

voice sharp with irri

own the line, cold and lethal. "You have five seconds to explain to me why your wife is lying in a hospital bed. And you

from Julian's fa

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My Husband Only Started Loving Me After The Divorce
My Husband Only Started Loving Me After The Divorce
“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."”