He Donated to Her, I Divorced Him

Chapter 5

Thiago's gaze went still for a fraction of a second, tension tightening his face.

He buttoned his shirt slowly, deliberately. When he finally looked at me, his voice softened. "Liliana, don't be like this. I know I was harsh just now, but Naomi and I... We just want to give Samuel an heir. I need you to understand that. I promise, I won't ever set foot in this room again, okay?"

With that, he took Naomi's hand and led her out.

In the days that followed, Thiago became almost unrecognizable. He cooked for me, showered me with extravagant gifts, and even started spending his nights with me again.

It felt disturbingly similar to the early years of our marriage, when he could still win me back after a fight with jewelry or a beautiful dress.

He pulled back the covers and wrapped his arm tightly around my waist, pressing close, his body hot and insistent.

"Baby... Don't be mad." Thiago murmured, his voice carrying that old, familiar tenderness but tinged with an edge I couldn't ignore. "Once the baby's born, Naomi will be out of the picture for good. You're still my only one. I'll love you like I always have. I'll take care of you, always."

His voice, his smile, the way he touched me, all the things that had once drawn me to him, came rushing back. But now, instead of warmth, it made me shiver with revulsion. I pictured him with Naomi, imagined every intimate thing he had done with her, and heard the echo of her moans in my mind. Every cell in my body twisted with nausea.

I shoved his arm away, cold fire in my eyes.

"Thiago... There's nothing left to talk about."

Seeing that I wasn't buying his act, a flicker of irritation crossed his face, quickly followed by anger.

"Liliana, do you have to be this dramatic? I've apologized. I've explained. What else do you want?"

I stared at him, incredulous.

What did I want? He was sleeping with his sister-in-law, and he was asking me what I wanted.

Exhausted from days of endless conflict with him and Naomi, I rolled onto my side and refused to engage further. I would not give him the satisfaction of my attention.

Everything shattered a few days later when photos of Thiago and Naomi in bed together were leaked online.

I had just returned from shopping when I stepped into the driveway. The first thing I saw was Thiago barreling toward me, eyes blazing with fury, body taut with rage.

Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist in a vise-like grip, his eyes burning with a manic fury.

"Liliana, I never thought you were capable of this. How could you do something this vile? What did Naomi ever do to you? Why the hell would you leak those intimate photos of us? Do you have any idea what she's going through right now? Everyone online is tearing her apart. Someone rear-ended her car on purpose today. She's lying in a hospital bed right now!"

I stared at him in shock. I hadn't done anything.

I didn't even have the energy to expose their filthy little affair. Someone was setting me up.

"Thiago, it wasn't me."

"Then who the hell was it?"

Suddenly, he slammed a thick stack of printed photos directly into my face. The sharp edge of the glossy paper sliced across my cheek. I hissed in pain as a warm trickle of blood slid down my skin.

"These were taken outside your bedroom door that night. No one else could have taken them but you!"

"I told you it wasn't me!"

But Thiago was already beyond reason. He would not listen. He did not believe a word I said.

At his signal, several bodyguards pinned me down and shoved me into a car.

The car tore down the road at a reckless speed.

It did not stop until we reached a racetrack roaring with engines and noise.

Terror crawled up my spine. My phone was still in the car. I had no way to call for help.

"Tie her to the post!"

I screamed. "Thiago, what the hell are you doing?"

The roar of engines thundered in my ears, tangled with the crowd's shouts. I thrashed desperately, but Thiago pinned me in place, his voice dropping to a terrifying whisper.

"You're going to pay for everything Naomi suffered."

A pole had been set up on the straightaway. A modified muscle car idled in front of it, and the moment I saw it, I realized what Thiago meant to do.

"Thiago, you're insane. If you hurt me, Ivan won't let you get away with it."

At that, Thiago paused, then burst out laughing.

"Ivan? And what exactly are you to Ivan? You think he won't let me get away with it? Even if he finds out, I'm his nephew. The worst I'll get is a slap on the wrist. Besides, didn't you hear? He's out of the country on business. He's not even here."

Only then did I remember that Thiago and I had married abroad.

In the country where Thiago and I had married, there was no clean way out of a marriage. Only death ended it.

Back then, Thiago had promised me forever. He had sworn I would be his only wife, that we would love each other until death did us part.

Now it was all a lie.

Ivan had probably gone abroad to find a way to free me from the marriage.

A sinking feeling settled in my chest. Desperate, I bit down hard on the back of Thiago's hand. He yelled, releasing his grip, and I bolted.

But I had only made it a few steps before someone grabbed my hair and yanked me back. A tearing pain ripped through my head.

"No! Let me go!"

The harder I pleaded, the tighter the bodyguards' grip became. They pinned me against the post and tied me so tightly I could barely move an inch.

The engine screamed, the sound tearing across the track. The muscle car surged forward, coming straight at me, headlights blazing and tires screeching against the asphalt.

I squeezed my eyes shut, every muscle braced for an impact I knew I wouldn't survive. But the pain never came. Instead, a strong, warm body pressed tightly against me.

Then a violent crash split the air.

When I opened my eyes, a sleek sports car had slammed into the side of Thiago's car, knocking it off course before it could reach me.

At the same moment, I found myself pressed against a man's chest, his arms wrapped around me so tightly that his body was the only thing between me and the wreckage.

"Don't be scared. I'm here!"