Chapter 40

Chapter 40

BLAIRE

He was k*ssing me so roughly that I could taste the mixture of alcohol

and tobacco in his mouth. I keep pushing him away, but he won't let

me. Instead, he pressed his b*dy. against mine even tighter. I can

already feel the growing bulge in between his legs pressing against my

stomach.

Despite feeling the heat slowly crawling into every fiber of my being, I

still manage to get my head clear. We shouldn't be doing this, not with

our current situation. Aside from that, I'm not sure how this will affect

my unborn child. I haven't consulted with ant OB-Gyne, so I'm not sure

if it's safe for us to do this.

“Sebastian, wait,” but he was persistent. The more I tried to move my

lips away from his, the more persistent he became,

I was completely taken aback by what he did next. He ripped my dress

until my chest. was revealed right before his eyes. “This is mine,” he

murmured as he carefully looked at my exposed breast.

I tried to cover my front by putting my arms up, but he quickly grabbed

both of my wrists and pinned them above my head. “Don’t hide from

me, baby.”

I gulped as I watched his last breath consume him. His eyes were

burning with desire. A shiver ran down my spine as his lips brushed

against my neck, leaving a trail of fiery k*sses. The room seemed to clo

in, and the air was thick with tension as the weight of his desire pressed

against me.

His touch was both possessive and demanding, tracing a path over my

skin that left an indelible mark on my senses. The passion that had

once been a source of comfort now manifested as a turbulent storm,

tearing through the remnants of our fractured connection.

In that vulnerable moment, I grappled with conflicting emotions-the

echoes of love intertwined with the stark reality of our disintegrating

marriage. The boundaries between pleasure and pain blurred as I

navigated the tumultuous currents of our tangled history.

But despite the pleasure brought by his touch, I tried to maintain my

sanity. We need to stop before we get to a point of no return.

“Sebastian, no.” I tried to resist, but he quickly silenced me with a k*ss.

His other hand started to massage my forehead, which sent bolts of

electricity throughout my b*dy. I mustered the strength to break free

from his touch, gently pushing him away. “Sebastian, we can’t continue

like this,” I pleaded, my words a desperate plea for reason,

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He looked at me with a mix of frustration and desire, his eyes searching

for something unspoken. “I'm the one who's going to decide whether

we will continue this or not. And I always like to finish what I started,” he

responded, completely ignoring my plea.

“Stop, Sebastian! You're drunk!” I raised my voice, hoping I could

convince him to stop. But he fell deaf to my plea. He continued to k*ss

my neck down to my exposed breast until my nose met his playful

tongue. “Ahhhh!” A loud moan escaped my lips when I felt his hot and

wet mouth playing with the tip of my breath.

This doesn't feel right, but I feel helpless. I have no match for his

strength. Despite my constant rejection, he continued his assault. My

b*dy was filled with a mixture of desire and shame. I feel violated. Even

though I'm starting to feel my arousal at the back of my head, I'm still

aware that what he’s doing isn’t right. But no matter how I tried to

convince myself that this isn’t right, my b*dy feels like it has a mind of

its own. It was too late when I found myself surrendering to my selfish

desires.

He didn’t bother removing the remaining pieces of my clothing. He

pulled my underwear underneath my dress, I felt the cold breeze

brushing against my exposed center as he pulled the hem of my dress

aside. I was surprised when he suddenly thrust his whole thickness

inside me without a warning. No foreplay, no preparation, nothing. It

was as if he was in a rush, and he doesn’t care whether I enjoy it or

not.

I winced when I felt the pain because of his sudden movement inside

me. He was rough. He was far from the man I used to share a bed with.

“Look how you shamelessly grind your hips against me. Are you always

like this with every man you've slept with? Do you like it rough, huh?

Tell me, Blaire. Is this what you and that ba t ard Alexander did the

whole night?” he asked, with a devilish smirk on his lips.

“What are you talking about?” I was surprised by the way he talked to

me. I also don't understand how Alexander fits in the picture. Did he

think I slept with Alexander?

“You don't have to lie, Blaire. I know what you've been up to since last

night. I saw you get out of his car. Is he a good fvck?” He asked as he

continued his ruthless thrust against my center. “You know what? You

don’t have to answer that. I'm sure as hell that I'm better than him.”

My hand automatically landed on his cheeks. Despite the tingling

sensation brought by his thrust into my core, it wasn't enough to numb

my heart from his ruthless insults. “I will not let you disrespect me like

this,” I coldly told him. I leaned my hand against his chest as I tried so

hard to push him away. “Get off me!” I yelled at him.

He completely disregards what I said. Instead, he grabbed my wrist and

pinned it over my head. “Stop acting as if you don't like being fvcked

like this. You're a warrior, so act like one,” he said before continuing his

assault despite my refusal. He continues to

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thrust inside me. His movement becomes faster and faster. We were

filled with nothing but a loud groan..

1 bit

my lower lip to stop myself from making any noise. I will not give him

the satisfaction of hearing me enjoy what he’s doing.

“Moan for me, Blaire. I want to hear you scream in pleasure,” he said

before he tugged on my chin to stop me from biting my lower lip.

In the midst of the conflicting emotions, a tingling sensation begins to

weave its way through my b*dy, defying the hatred that simmers within

me. Sebastian's touch, though tumultuous, sparks a fire that refuses to

be extinguished. It's as if the tempest of our emotions has birthed a

tempest of passion, swirling and colliding in a dance of paradoxes.

My mind rebels against the conflicting sensations, torn between the

resentment I harbor and the undeniable allure of the chemistry that

lingers between us.

As he looks into my eyes, I see mirrored turmoil, a reflection of the

storm we've become. But aside from that, I can also see rage and

despise. I don't know how we ended up in this situation or what might

be the reason why he was suddenly filled with anger towards me. But

regardless of what the reason might be, seeing how he can be ruthless

makes me more determined to think about my future and my unborn

child.

“Ahhh...fck! I'm cymming!” He screamed in pleasure as he continued to

move his hips. against my femininity.

I clenched my lower lip forcefully, suppressing any moans as my b*dy

trembled with pleasure alongside his. The taste of blood lingered in my

mouth from the intense biting. Tears welled up and trickled down the

sides of my eyes.

I lay there, a mix of conflicting emotions swirling within me. The

aftermath of our encounter left an eerie silence in the room. Sebastian,

now spent, rolled off me without uttering a word.

As I gathered what remained of my composure, I couldn't shake the

feeling of betrayal, not only by him but also by the circumstances that

led to this moment. The room, once a sanctuary, now bore witness to

the shattered fragments of a relationship pushed to its limits.

I picked up all my clothes and ran to the bathroom before locking

myself inside. The cold tiles of the bathroom floor provided a stark

contrast to the tumultuous emotions swirling within me. As I dressed in

haste, I could still feel the lingering touch of Sebastian on my skin, a

haunting reminder of a moment I wished I could erase.

The sound of water running from the showerhead drowned out the muf

fled s obs escaping from my lips. Each drop echoed the cascade of

emotions: the shame, the

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regret, and the profound sense of loss. In the confinement of that

bathroom, I grappled with the harsh reality of the choices that led me to

this precipice.

The mirror reflected a distorted image of a woman, her eyes swollen

from tears, a mere shell of the person she used to be. With a deep

breath. I steadied myself, determined to face the consequences

awaiting me beyond the bathroom door. As I turned off the water, the

room was engulfed in silence. I knew I couldn't hide forever.

I removed my torn dress and grabbed the bathrobe before wrapping it

around my b*dy to cover my n*kedness. I wiped away my tears from

my cheeks as I tried to even my breathe. Once I'm finally calm, I

prepare myself to get out of the bathroom to face the inevitable. It's

time to confront the truth.

I wrapped my arms around me, trying to console myself as I slowly

opened the door of the bathroom. As I stepped outside, I found

Sebastian standing beside the bed, fixing his pants.

I gulped before finally breaking the silence. “I want divorce.”

He turned in my direction with a dead look in his eyes, as if my request

didn't surprise. him at all. He then walked towards the center table and

grabbed a folder that was sitting on top of it. My heart was racing as I

followed his every move. After that, he then walked towards me and

handed me the folder he had grabbed from the center table.

“I've been having a hard time considering whether I should do this or

not. But you only made my decision easier by sleeping with that man.

Consider what happened today as our parting gift to each other,” he

said as he buttoned his shirt up. “I was trying to be considerate, given

our history. But it seems like there's no other choice. Catherine and I

have already talked about our relationship. And we agreed to start over

and give our relationship another chance,” he added.

Every word feels like a knife piercing right through my heart. I know I

already decided that it was better for us to go our separate ways, thus

my asking for a divorce. But I wasn't expecting him to admit that he'd

already chosen Catherine over me.

The air hung heavy with the finality of Sebastian's decision. I stood

there, a silent spectator to the dissolution of a marriage that had once

held promises of forever. His words echoed in my mind, a'relentless

reminder that the man I once knew had chosen to rebuild with another.

“I'll be the one to initiate the divorce proceedings. Just sign the papers,

and I'll take care of it. The papers will be delivered to you soon,” he

stated with a detached tone, as if the unraveling of our marriage were a

mere formality. The gravity of his words settled over me, and the weight

of our shared past became an indelible scar on my heart. “You will be

thoroughly compensated for our marriage. Half of my assets will be

yours, as well as

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the alimony.”

“I don’t want your money or anything that has to do with you. All I want

is your promise that you're going to take care of my father when I'm

gone, I said coldly before grabbing the folder from his hand.

“You have my word, Blaire.”

My hand was shivering as I affixed my signature to the piece of paper

that would finally put an end to whatever connection was left between

me and Sebastian. This divorce is completely different from the first

one. Everything is clear. There was no misunderstanding like the one

before. Though he thinks that I slept with another man behind his back,

I don’t see the need to clear that one out. It wouldn't change anything.

After signing the paper, I gave it back to him. “Can I have the room for a

little while? I just want to fix my things before I leave,” I said.

“You don't have to. I'm planning to give this house to you, he answered.

This house is filled with memories of him. I don’t think staying here after

what happened is a good idea.

“There's no need for that. As I said, I want nothing from you. I will only

bring things that I brought when I came back here.”

“Don’t be stubborn, Blaire, Once we're divorced, you'll be left with

nothing. Accept it; you earned that,” he insisted.

“I'll be fine.” I refuse once again.

He sneered, “Why are you refusing to accept my money? Did

Alexander promise to take care of you after you leave? Are you going

to run to him as fast as you can once you step outside our house?”

His continuous insults mean nothing to me now. “Think whatever you

want to think, Sebastian. I'm tired. Please, leave. I still need to pack my

things.”

He remained silent. I saw his jaw tighten as he looked at me intently.

After a couple of minutes, he decided to leave the room. I breathe out a

sigh of relief once he’s finally gone. And once again, I let down the

streams of tears that I have been holding back.

The room echoed with the sound of silence after Sebastian's departure.

His lingering gaze left an imprint-a weight I hadn't realized I carried until

he walked away. As the door closed behind him, I released a sigh of

relief, a subtle acknowledgment of the emotional tension that had

enveloped the space.

Alone in the quiet aftermath, I allowed the tears, restrained for so long,

to flow freely.

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Each drop bore witness to the culmination of a relationship, once

vibrant with love, now reduced to the echoes of unspoken words and

shattered promises.

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In the midst of my tears, I found a peculiar sense of liberation. The

divorce, while painful, marked the end of a tumultuous journey and the

beginning of profound self- discovery. I grieved not only the loss of a

marriage but also the unraveling of dreams intricately woven into the

fabric of our shared history.

“We're going to be okay, peanut. Mommy's going to be okay,” I

murmured to myself as I gently rubbed my belly, hoping to find comfort

from the little life that was slowly growing inside me.

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