Chapter 100
Prissie’s POV
“It’s already very late. My husband and I need our private space to rest. Please leave on your own–otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to call security.“”
It was 1:42 a.m.”
Like a walking corpse, Declan stumbled out of the newlyweds‘ bedro
Declan’s POV
I didn’t leave.”
Instead, I stood rigidly outside the locked door, tormenting myself by listening to the sounds of unrestrained pleasure coming from within.
My heart was already wrecked, shattered beyond repair, but this… this felt like someone took what was left and dropped it into acid. Boiling, corrosive, slow.
The knife–like pain twisted into my chest, suffocating and unbearable, so sharp and unrelenting that, for the first time in my life, a terrifying thought crossed my mind.”
‘Maybe it would be better to just die.’”
‘So this is what it feels like… to be completely and utterly betrayed by the person you love. It cuts deeper than death. A living hell.‘
‘No wonder… No wonder she doesn’t want me anymore.‘”
The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight touched her content, sleeping face, I–who hadn’t slept a wink all night-
received a call from a hotel in Barcelona.[
The hotel manager’s panicked voice came through the line. “Sir! Miss Reigne has overdosed on sleeping pills. She’s currently Is. She’s currently undergoing gastric lavage at the hospital-“”
Before the manager could finish, I hung up without a word, my expression hollow, dazed.
At exactly two in the afternoon, I was in the kitchen, preparing her favorite creamy fish stew when Dallas carried her out of the bedroom on his back, bath of them laughing.
She didn’t spare me a single glance, but I still forced myself to put on a gentle front. I ladled out a plate and brought it to her.
“Prissie,” i scolded her softly, “your stomach isn’t well. Before you head out, at least have a few bites…”
Before I could finish, she smacked the plate from my hand without mercy.”
With a crash, the porcelain shattered as a hot dish splashed across my palm, scalding the flesh open.
It should’ve hurt. But my face didn’t flinch at all. Instead, I lowered my gaze, eyes full of guilt, and murmured, “I’m sorry. shouldn’t have made something you didn’t want to eat without asking.”
“Tell me what you’re craving, Prissie,” I pressed on. “I can make something else… or I’ll go out and buy it right now.”
Prissie’s POVE
I didn’t respond.&
Instead, I focused on straightening Dallas’s tie. Then, right in front of Declan, I tiptoed up and planted a soft kiss on my husband’s lips.
“Honey, come home early, okay? I’ll be waiting to have dinner with you.”
The moment the words left my lips, he pulled me into his arms, bending down to kiss me deeply–so long and passionate! nearly couldn’t breathe.
For ten long years, I’d woken early to pack Declan’s briefcase, made breakfast, sent him off to work–always hoping for a hug before he left.
But all I ever got in return was his disgusted gaze, full of irritation. He would always step back, dodging my touch like it was a disease.M
Back then, I used to comfort myself like a fool.
‘Declan’s just reserved, I’d say. ‘He’s proud. Doesn’t like physical contact. That’s normal, right?‘
But two months ago, I had rushed to his office to deliver an urgent file.
From behind the glass of the conference room, I saw him comforting a disheartened Reigne, who had just fumbled a multi–million–dollar deal.
He patted her head. Held her hand. He even wiped cake crumbs from the corner of her mouth.
All those affectionate little gestures… Declan did them so naturally. So gently. So full of love.
In the foyer of my new apartment, right after our kiss. Dallas scooned malin with nna arm and carried
8:37 PM S multi–million–dollar deal.
He patted her head. Held her hand. He even wiped cake crumbs from the corner of her mouth.
All those affectionate little gestures… Declan did them so naturally. So gently. So full of love.”
In the foyer of my new apartment, right after our kiss, Dallas scooped me up with one arm and carried me toward the home
theater room.
“I don’t feel like going to the office today, honey,” he said with a grin. “No matter how important work is, nothing compares to spending time with my wife.”
Then he asked, “Didn’t you say yesterday you wanted to rewatch Titanic? Let’s do that. Together.”
“Oh my God, honey! You’re the best!” I exclaimed sweetly.”
Lost in playful banter with Dallas, I didn’t even notice when Declan had quietly placed the gifts he’d brought in the living room and left, silently and devastated.
One week later, in the middle of the night, I had just drifted off to sleep when a phone call woke me up.=
8:37 PM
Prissie’s POV
