Ch-4
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CHAPTER 4
Maximilian Valdez POV
Her words leave me speechless, making me doubt if I heard her properly.
She did everything to marry me, not just because her family needed lots of money from me, but also because she was madly in love with me.
Her life totally revolves around me. That same love made her jealous, petty, and possessive. Why will she suddenly ask for a divorce now?
“I said, let's get a divorce. Is this not what you have always wanted? I'm giving it to you.
Divorce me and get married to your precious Zosia. At least, when she's married to you, she won't need schemes to get closer to you.”
Her words immediately set off a cataclysm of rage within me.
Again, that same petty jealousy that I hate so much. How dare she suggest such a disgusting thing as marrying my friend’s sister, who is like a sister to me?
Did she go crazy after drowning in the sea?
“You, how dare you say that to me? Is my family a place you can enter and leave at will?
You would rather divorce me than apologize for your mistake. How can a mature woman be so mule-headed and petty?” I shout, not hiding my anger and displeasure.
“The papers will be ready by tomorrow morning. Make sure to sign them.” She whispers and turns to leave.
How dare she play with my heart?
Who does she think she is?
I push Zosia away despite her protests and attempts to hold me back and rush up the stairs, after Ariella.
I meet her as she sits on the bed, gasping and holding her belly.
“What's the meaning of that nonsense you just said? In this life, I will never allow you to leave me. You're stuck with me forever, you can only leave on my terms.” I whisper, my voice coming off more vicious and angry than I intended.
“I don't have the strength to argue. I won't take a penny from you. I will walk away with nothing. So that Zosia can enjoy you to the fullest. Please leave, I need to sleep.” She says and turns away.
“You psycho!
How many times will I tell you that I don't have feelings for her?
Do I need to cut open my heart for you to see it?
Ariella cut this crap!
It's all in your head. Look at the person you're competing with, a little girl young enough to be your sister.
What the f**k is wrong with you?
Why can't you give me peace for once?
You've always been dramatic since I brought her home.
Have you no sympathy?
Why must you push her to the brink again and again?
And when I confront you to make amends, you threaten me with divorce.
Ariella, how dare you? Do I look easy to mess with?” I growl, staring into her charming eyes before I gently push her to the bed, making her let out a soft scream.
She immediately tries to push me away, but I don't let her, smashing my lips against hers. Her hands are too weak to do any damage to me, she can only struggle futilely under me.
Her lips are rougher than I remember but still tasted so good. Is it rough because she lost blood a few days ago?
That must be it. Her once soft honey lips that left me addicted now feel rough, but I don't care. I'm still mesmerized no matter how unkempt and exhausted she looks.
She stops struggling, making my anger dissipate.
This is my good girl. If only she can stop her petty jealousy and rivalry, everything will be perfect.
I will never admit it, even with a gun pointed at my head, but I love Ariella.
I love this annoying wife of mine so much that it makes me crazy.
Although her father killed mine, I can't help but get trapped in her arms. I just don't know what she did to me.
“Ariella, Zosia can't shake your place in this family. Why are you jealous of her?” I whisper and kiss down her neck, enjoying the soothing scent of her skin as I slowly unbutton her shirt.
“That's what you say, but you always let her hurt me. Zosia will do everything to have you, including killing me.
But you never believe me. Max, please let me go. You don't love me anyway. At least, when I'm gone, you will…”
Her words infuriate me and I kiss her, preventing her from saying more annoying things to me.
My hands find her boob, squeezing and caressing it as I grind my hips against her thighs, letting her feel my hardness.
My hand moves down to her belly, and I suddenly feel a warm liquid, making me pull away and look down.
Blood!
My heart skips a beat and I immediately support my body weight with my elbow to avoid hurting her further.
Terror fills my heart as I look at the red patch of gauze on her belly which is soaked with blood. The knife wound is still bleeding after a week.
What's going on?
Why did she stab herself so hard?
Why does she hate Zosia so much that she will even hurt herself to make me send her away?
But Zosia has no one else. How can I send her away when she's so young and naive?
My heart constricts in pain, and disappointment overwhelms my soul.
Why can't Ariella be more understanding for once?
I know I'm not the perfect husband, but I have done my best to remain faithful.
Why does she keep doing things that leave me livid and so disappointed?
I sigh and look up at her face which has tears streaming down.
“Get some rest. I won't divorce you, nor will I send little Zosi away. The earlier you learn to love her like an elder should, the better for us all.” I whisper.
“I’ll call the doctor for you,” I say and leave
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