There was silence as my tears flowed. I notice and feel a big difference between what Lucas did last night and what he does now. If the previous night was filled with affection, the following day was filled with resentment. One of his hands managed to work its way through my face. It reached as far down as my neck, towards my breasts, with the back of his hand. I had to stifle a little groan as he applied pressure to it. My neck was the source of the pain Lucas was giving me, and his kisses had not yet managed to break through. He is biting the skin on the back of my neck to intensify the ecstatic feeling as if he has gone insane. "Lucas, you are making things hard for me." Though I was certain he heard me, he did not seem to take any notice of my words. Using both of my trembling hands, I attempted to push him away from me by gently lifting his body, but all he did was fall closer and closer to my body. I have the feeling that he only intended for it to cause me additional discomfor
LUCAS POV I waited for Adeline to reply, but even though I recently completed everything, she has not responded as of yet. She can remember every detail, I have no doubt about that. And just pretending that she was not remembering anything. I first got to know her when we were both in college. She is the type of person who, once I catch her in the act of lying, will not stop until she gets her way. I care so much for her that I find it impossible to let go of my affection for her, despite everything that she has done to me. At the end of the day, I still make an effort to forgive her in the hopes that she will eventually alter her current course of action. "Are you really not going to answer my question? It is now up to you to make a decision. I will not compel you to respond." Even though I will not acknowledge them, I have noticed a lot of strange behaviors and changes in her since the accident. My wife appears to have made significant advances. Her eyes are innocent to begin with
While in the restroom, I made the decision to quickly take a shower for myself. I know full well that my wife, Adeline, will not move until she feels more at ease with me. I can scare her and make her believe that I will do something unpleasant for her, but she will not get out of bed. When I leave the bathroom, I do not want to have another argument with her if she keeps ignoring my requests. For whatever reason, I am just afraid. I adore her unconditionally, and even though I am aware that the things I did to her caused her physical and emotional suffering, I already deeply regret what I did to her in the past. The fact that I forced her to do this was my fault. Although skepticism occupies the other half of my mind, part of it concedes that Adeline might be right and she does not remember anything. My patience would have lasted a very long time for her, but she used it all up, so she had no right to hold me responsible. That was the reason I was always angry. "Adeline, could you
I gave up trying to win her over after that. Adeline did not annoy me at all in the days and weeks that followed. She never mentioned the divorce to me again. Her actions and words seemed completely meaningless, and I could not help but wonder if maybe she was just trying to get my attention. Our son and I have not spent much time outside lately, so this weekend I decided to make the most of our time together. She is someone I know very well. Without me, she is unable to survive. Since we first started dating, I have been her entire universe. Additionally, I used to witness her frequently engaging in this behavior when she was feeling uninspired by her life. Nevertheless, she has never before discussed the divorce publicly until now. Gradually, my complacency increased. Adeline had stopped talking about it. As a married couple, we go back to our old habits of sharing a bed and having sexual relations. All of a sudden, it felt like everything was back to normal for us. Adeline must be
We are just outside the hotel and I am about to lose my mind. My mind was filled with a lot of things and unfavorable ideas. We had stopped for a few minutes, but I could not just get out of the car and do anything I wanted. That would get everyone's attention, I was sure of it. I told my men to go down and speak with the hotel manager so that we could execute our plan without encountering any unneeded difficulties. Considering that I am not from here, I do not want to find myself in an awkward situation out of the blue. Here, I have no authority. Undoubtedly, that would damage my reputation and good name in the eyes of all people. As my career is rapidly expanding, I have an obligation to take good care of it. "Inform them that Santa Monica's mayor is here. I have to find my wife ASAP because she is currently staying in one of their VIP suites. We need to go inside and get Adeline out, so you asked the manager for permission. We must take her to the mansion this evening." "Mayor Rom
"Oh my, Lucas! You are not getting what I am saying. Please just let me go. I beg you to do this! Just let me go, please! For Pete's sake, I don't want to stay with this family any longer. Do you hear me? Allow me to go now!"Adeline was moving in a circle around our room, and as a way of venting her frustration, she was pulling at a few strands of hair. Her appearance was a complete mess because, up until now, she had been crying. Her tears overflowed, resulting in this. On her face, it appears that some makeup was smudged. Adeline's tears continued to fall both of her cheeks, and she was never able to stop them. As if doing so will fulfill her demands. She looks frustrated, and I can see that from where I am standing. She is unaware, though, that I managed to refrain from hitting her. Her words caused a lump to form in my pride. Furthermore, she instigated the notion that I was the antagonist in this situation despite the fact that she was the one who first brought the third party i
While the sense of betrayal persisted after I thought back on what had happened that evening, I noticed that my jaw had relaxed whenever I remembered my wife's expression following the accident. Adeline's body had already been taken to the nearest hospital when I got to the scene of the accident. Her car was still stuck on the cliff where it nearly fell, according to the people who came to her aid, and they are making a lot of effort to get it. A few of my men remained there, anticipating my arrival. And others went to the hospital with them, where my wife's body was taken.They were able to swiftly remove her body from the burning car, which had nearly wholly collapsed, but there was still evidence that the collision had occurred. According to reports from some of my men pursuing her, they tried to finish the mission as quickly as possible to prevent Adeline from passing out.My body shook, and I nearly went to my knees when I saw the blood strewn across the ground, which I knew belo
For a moment, my whole body felt as though my feet were firmly planted on the ground as I watched them move the hospital bed that was carrying my wife toward the operating room. It all still feels like a dream to me. When I regained consciousness, I moved silently and stealthily in their direction. I should push myself. I am making every effort to learn as much as I can about the circumstances and determine why they require immediate surgery. I wanted to know why this operation was really necessary. I see that my composure and reflection are gradually improving. Although there was some blood on her brain, the cause of it could not yet be ascertained. Her head hitting her car's windshield hard while driving is most likely to blame. In the absence of this, it may cause severe damage to her brain, so we need to act quickly to get rid of it and identify its cause. Don't be worried, Mayor Romanov, we—"Although I am not entirely sure what they are talking about or what is happening, I can