Chapter 2

When Bella woke up the next morning, she noticed that the area on the other side of her bed was vacant. Her gaze shifted to Evan, who stood half-naked in front of a huge glass window.

When Evan turned towards her, she was still thinking about the event from the night before. His expression was cold and angry.

Bella's heart sank as she watched Evan’s icy glare. She couldn't help but wonder if his anger was directed at her or if something else entirely had caused this sudden change in his demeanor. The memories of their heated argument flooded back, replaying in her mind like a broken record. She desperately searched for any sign of remorse or regret in Evan's eyes, but all she found was a steely resolve.

“So you've finally shown that you're a whore by sleeping with your own ex-husband; how can I trust you if you haven't even slept with my brother? You are a physically hungry girl who just cares about her pleasure,” he bitterly said.

Evan's words stabbed Bella's heart like a pointed knife. She is astounded that Evan can talk to her in this way. It shatters her heart completely. Last night, she had a feeling that Evan loved her and wanted to make up for his mistake, so he was doing all of this with her, but it was all a ruse to get back at her. Tears flow from her eyes uncontrollably.

Bella 's chest tightened as the weight of Evan’s harsh words settled in her mind. She couldn't fathom how he could say such hurtful things, questioning her trust and reducing her to a mere object of pleasure. The realization that she had been deceived and that last night was nothing more than a ploy for revenge sent a wave of anguish through her entire being. Tears streamed down her face, each droplet carrying the weight of her shattered heart.

She had no answer, so she remained mute. Evan walks towards her, pulls some money from the drawer, and throws it on her face,” Here, this is for your night service; you want it; isn't that why you do all of this? “

“You've just shown that you're a whore. It is a good thing I got divorced from a whore like you. There is no room in my heart for a whore like you. I'm going to the bathroom, and when I return, I don't want you here. Take this money and leave this house.” Evan walks to the bathroom, and she sits there blankly for a while. She then puts on her own shattered clothing and leaves, but after leaving a note for him,.

Evan emerges after some time and notices that the room is empty, indicating that Bella has left, but the thrown money placed on the bed remains, and a note is on the table. He approaches the table and picks up the letter that was written on it.

"You did the right thing by divorcing a whore like me." But it wasn't only the words on the paper; Evan caught on to something else: tear droplets.

“Did I really hurt her that much? Did I exceed my limitations? Why is my heart hurting so badly after witnessing her cry? I talked brutally to her last night, and this morning I was upset with myself rather than her. I was irritated with myself since I couldn't contain myself after seeing her. What lunacy overtook me was that I couldn't contain myself. I was upset with myself, and I vented my fury on her. How much I have harmed her. I should stop her and apologize to her. He's ready to leave the room when his feet are halted by memories of the past.”

“She has betrayed you, Bro; she is a treacherous girl; she is only concerned with your money and your status; she is only concerned with satisfying the hunger of the body; she is only concerned with pleasure; she has used both of us.”

“This is what she deserves,” he said.

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When Evan returns to his room, he can't stop thinking about Bella. The thought of her crying was causing him pain in his heart. He was clueless as to why he was experiencing these emotions. Even though he ought to have detested the girl, he was upset with himself for it.

Two years later, I returned to Arendelle. My father's close friend, Mr. Harold Gray, who was about to retire, was willingly selling us his company, even though I didn't want to come. This was an excellent value. It was one of the greatest corporations, but he didn't have any relatives to carry on the business, so he gave it to me, and I was unable to turn him down.

I avoided this place for two years because I couldn't face that girl. How can I forget the cheater? Who married me while sharing a bed with my brother? And she killed my child. I'll never forgive that girl. She is a cheater. She is a disloyal girl who just deserves my hatred.

I was sitting in my VIP suite. This club was well-known; several of my friends were present, and I had come to meet them. I didn't feel like clubbing or partying; this area simply reminded me of sadness. At this point in the city, there were just recollections of the malicious girl. I wanted to forget the times I had spent with her here.

It was one of the most valuable and beautiful moments of my life, but she wrecked it.

I was immersed in my thoughts when I noticed a familiar face. She was dancing with another person on the dance floor. I couldn't believe my eyes, so I got closer to check. I was standing beside the bar so I can see her clearly.

There was a man standing next to me who had been peering at my wife for some time. He looked at her with lusty eyes, as if he were undressing her with his gaze. I am furious not at the man but at my wife for the bravery she displayed. How did she get to this club dressed like that? Is she enjoying herself now that I am not with her? Is she delighted that I am no longer in her life? That is why she loves going to the club and partying. 

The man commented, "I'm going to make this girl scream my name all night. "I think her pussycat will feel very tight." As he says this, my tolerance breaks, and I smash the man, knocking him to the ground.

I'm not sure how I lost control of myself. I was continually punching the dude. He was constantly bleeding from his nose and lips. People had gathered and were staring at us.

Then my gaze landed on her. She stood behind me. I gazed at her. Her eyes were full of terror.

I had no control over myself; I simply needed to get her out of here. She wasn't intended to be here; she's mine, and no one has the right to touch or even look at her. When she saw me, she raced out, and I followed her.

She was walking towards her car when I grabbed her hand and turned her towards me. She tried, but I was beyond my control. I was furious, but I didn't want to hurt her.

I'm not sure why I wanted to take her away from here. My heart only wanted to conceal her from the rest of the world and take her somewhere far away, where no one could see her.

On the car ride, her remarks made me enraged. I'm not sure why, but there was pain in her words. For a while, my heart wanted to trust what she said, but then the same old thoughts began to swirl about in my head.

I took her to my penthouse, which I just bought. This location was distant from the city and in a peaceful region where no one would bother us. I pulled her inside and shoved her onto the bed.

I didn't plan to hurt her; I only wanted her to stay with me. Two years is a long time to forget someone, but how could I forget the person I adored more than myself?

I'm sure she'll misinterpret me. Was her love so fleeting that she struggled to spend even a few seconds with me? Her words and presence were driving me insane. I wanted to keep her with me while simultaneously getting away from myself. I'm not sure what I want; what type of dilemma is this?

I do not have control over myself or my words. I'm attempting to persuade myself that my wife is a traitor by talking harshly to her and trying not to forget what she did to me. But why do her presence and her tears hurt me?

When she walked toward the door, I wanted to stop her. Please do not go. I've been suffering for two years. I had to stop her from heading out, so I walked toward her.

I lost myself again—her gorgeous eyes, her lips—I couldn't help myself; my lips were on her before I could think.

Stop me, Bella; push me; stop me. I was shrieking this in my head, but she did not move; she melted under my touch. Was she still craving my touch? Did she have the same strong feelings for me? Did you miss me as much as I did? Do you still love me?

I felt her hands on my hair. Her moans: Is this all an illusion? Is it love or physical hunger? Are you so hungry that you wouldn't mind sleeping with your ex-husband? My head was full of my own thoughts, and my heart and intellect were waging different battles.

By the time I came up, I was lying naked next to her, breathing heavily, and she was asleep in my arms like a newborn. The scene used to be the most beautiful sight to me, but now that I recall the misdeeds she committed, my heart is filled with anger. We were overjoyed that we could have started a family. What was missing from my affection that you had for my own brother? Was I not enough for you?

I was frustrated with myself for not being able to get rid of this traitor's love. I couldn't stop myself from touching her. I felt disgusted with myself for sleeping with her.

I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. How did I forget two years of pain? I should not have done this. I will not be weak again because of her. I really hate you.

I struck the mirror in rage, and it broke. My hand was bleeding, but I couldn't feel it because I was so angry. I kept hitting until I was satisfied with the punishment.

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