My Escape From His Poisonous Love

For seven years, my husband, Dwight, was a saint for publicly forgiving me for letting his mother die. Today, he let my father die. And I learned his forgiveness was just a seven-year-long lie. He refused to send a medical helicopter, choosing instead to listen to his new, twenty-two-year-old lover, Charity, preach about the universe's plan. At my father's funeral, she crashed the service in a wedding dress, drew a clown smile on my father's face with lipstick, and announced she was pregnant. "You're a barren wasteland," she sneered. "A broken woman he can't stand the sight of." That's when I understood. His forgiveness was never real. It was a slow-burning revenge for a crime his own mother had orchestrated against me-a crime that left me unable to ever have children. He thought he had taken everything from me. He was wrong. He left me one thing: revenge. And I was about to burn his entire world to the ground.

Chapters

Chapter 4

Alex POV:

Dwight stared at me, his face a mixture of shock, pain, and disbelief. His hand went to his shoulder, and his fingers came away slick with his own blood. He yanked the silver hairpin out with a grunt of pain and threw it to the floor. It clattered loudly in the silent room.

"You' re insane," he breathed, his eyes wide with a dawning horror, as if he was seeing me for the first time.

"Am I?" I asked, my voice dangerously soft. "Or am I just finally done playing by your rules?"

"She has nothing to do with this, Alex! She' s innocent!" he yelled, gesturing toward the terrified girl in the bed.

"Nobody in this room is innocent, Dwight," I shot back. "Least of all you." I took a deep breath, the cold rage solidifying into an unbreakable resolve. "I want a divorce. Now."

"No," he said, shaking his head, his jaw set stubbornly. "We' re not getting a divorce."

"You don' t have a choice." My lawyer, alerted by my previous text, stepped into the room, holding a leather-bound folder. He placed a single sheet of paper and a pen on the bedside table.

Dwight glanced at the divorce papers, then back at me, a cruel, mocking smile twisting his lips. "You slept with him, didn't you? Is that who this is about?" he sneered, nodding toward my stone-faced lawyer.

"You' re one to talk about sleeping around," I replied, my voice dripping with ice. I gestured to the bed. "What do you call this? A spiritual retreat?"

His face darkened. Without another word, he snatched the paper from the table and ripped it in half, then in half again, letting the pieces flutter to the floor like confetti at a twisted celebration.

My lawyer didn't even blink. He simply opened his folder and produced another identical document, placing it in the same spot. Then another, and another. He began to stack them, a silent, damning tower of my resolve.

Dwight stared at the growing pile of paperwork, his arrogance faltering.

"Sign it, Dwight," I said. "Or I swear to God, the next thing I put through your shoulder will be that IV pole." I looked at Charity, who was trying to make herself as small as possible against the pillows. "And then I'll use it to grant my first request."

His gaze flickered to Charity. I saw the conflict in his eyes, the flicker of fear for her warring with his stubborn pride.

Charity saw it too. Her eyes filled with tears, her lower lip trembling. "Dwight," she whimpered, clutching her stomach. "I don' t feel so good. I think… I think the stress is bad for the baby."

The what?

The air in the room froze. My blood turned to ice in my veins.

"The… baby?" I echoed, the words feeling foreign and sharp on my tongue.

Charity looked from Dwight' s shocked face to my stunned one, and a slow, malicious smile spread across her lips. She had just deployed her nuclear option.

"Yes," she said, her voice suddenly strong, triumphant. She placed a protective hand over her flat stomach. "I' m pregnant. With Dwight' s child."

She then turned her venomous gaze on me. "Something you could never give him. Because you' re empty. A barren wasteland."

The world went red.

I don' t remember moving. One moment I was standing by the door, the next I was on top of her, my hands around her throat, a primal scream of rage and grief tearing from my soul. All the pain, all the loss, the baby I' d lost years ago, the womb that had been stolen from me-it all erupted in a volcano of violence.

"ALEX, NO!" Dwight' s roar was deafening.

He grabbed me from behind, his arms like steel bands around my chest, hauling me off her. I fought him, kicking and scratching like a wild animal, my only focus the woman who had just taken a scalpel to my deepest, most agonizing wound.

"Stop it! You' ve gone mad!" he yelled, shaking me hard.

"You did this!" I screamed back, tears of fury streaming down my face. "You and your lies!"

"My lies?" he spat, his face contorted in a mask of righteous anger. "What about yours? What about what you did to my mother?"

The accusation, after everything, was so absurd, so monumentally unjust, that all the fight went out of me. I went limp in his arms, a hysterical laugh bubbling up from my chest.

"My fault?" I gasped, turning to look at him, my vision blurred by tears. "You' re right. It was my fault. My biggest mistake was ever thinking a man like you could love someone like me. My biggest mistake was marrying you."

The memory of his mother' s face, sneering at me from her deathbed, flashed in my mind. "He' ll never truly love you. You're just filth." For years, I had fought against her words, believing Dwight' s love was my shield. Now I knew she had been right all along. She had won. From beyond the grave, she had won.

He had held me so tightly that night, after she died, and whispered promises of forever into my hair. It was all a lie. All of it.

I pushed away from him, my body feeling hollow and cold. I walked to the bedside table, picked up the pen with a steady hand, and signed the top copy of the divorce agreement. My signature was sharp and clear.

I slid the paper across to him. "Sign it."

He stared at the paper, then at my face. His jaw was clenched so tight a muscle jumped in his cheek. He snatched the pen and scrawled his name with such force that he tore the paper.

"You' ll be back," he growled, his voice low and menacing as he threw the pen down. "You' ll come crawling back to me, Alex. You always do."

"No, I won' t," I said, my voice empty of all emotion.

"You belong to me," he declared, his eyes burning with a possessive fire. "You think a piece of paper changes that? You are mine. You will always be mine."

I just looked at him, at this man I had loved with every fiber of my being, the man who had systematically destroyed me. And in my heart, a new resolve took root, cold and hard and sharp.

He thought he had taken everything from me. My father. My dignity. My hope. He was wrong. He had left me one thing.

Revenge.

I would not just leave him. I would ruin him. I would dismantle his empire, shatter his pride, and burn his entire world to the ground. He would lose everything. And I would be the one holding the match.

I turned and walked out of the room without looking back.

Behind me, I heard Charity' s voice, sweet and cloying once more. "Dwight, honey, are you okay? Don' t worry about her. We have our whole future to look forward to."

A pause. Then, Dwight' s voice, tight with a strained cheerfulness. "You're right. We should plan the wedding."

As I walked down the hallway, I pulled out my phone and sent one last text to my lawyer.

`One more thing. Find the original video file. The one from Eleanor' s study. And leak it.`

Continue to next part

Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes! "Look at the state of you, my little she-wolf," his voice was low and full of menace, like sandpaper scraping across my nerves. "You got this wet just from that?" Then he pressed a hard kiss to my knuckles. Fuck! His rough tongue slid across my slender finger bones, tasting the salty sweat and fear on my skin. A violent tremor shot through my whole body. A moan I couldn't suppress slipped from between my lips. "Ah. Sebastian." I felt my thighs rubbing together on their own, that damn traitorous movement making my pussy clench so tight I nearly came. Yes, that's it, you desperate little bitch. I cursed myself in my mind. He flipped my hand over, his thumb pressing hard-almost punishingly-into the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist. My pulse pounded there beneath his palm like it was going mad. "This is beating so hard," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, "is it beating for me, Seraphina? Tell me." Then he took one of my fingers into his damn hot, wet mouth. Oh God. His rough tongue swirled, rubbed, scraped along the skin of my finger, warm saliva soaking every inch. And his eyes never left me-fixing on me like a beast locking onto prey. He sucked softly at first, then suddenly with force. That rhythm. Fuck, he was fucking my finger with his mouth. "Are you using this to fuck my mouth, Seraphina?" He let my finger go with a filthy pop, seeing straight through my thoughts. "Imagine this is my cock. Does it feel good, you filthy little she-wolf?" My back arched uncontrollably, like the lowest kind of whore silently inviting him. A broken, shameful whimper escaped my throat. "Good. so good." My scent thickened, wild floral heat and lust filling the air, swallowing the last of my reason. I could feel the terrifying restraint in his body cracking apart. He wanted to hear me moan his name as I came. He wanted to bury himself inside my soaked, empty heat until I could feel nothing except his violent thrusts. He moved to my middle finger, giving it the same obscene, thorough attention. His tongue circled wickedly at the base, then pushed deep, sucking hard as if tasting the sweetest honey. Fuck! My hips jerked upward without control. My other hand dug into the carpet, knuckles white, vision dissolving in the storm of desire swallowing me whole. "I need you. to fill my pussy, Sebastian." -- I grew up as a human in a wolf pack, but ironically, I ended up becoming the mate of the pack's Alpha. I thought I would fit perfectly into the wolves' world-until the day I caught my Alpha mate tangled with another she-wolf in the back seat of a car. With trembling hands, I tricked him into signing the divorce papers-silently swearing revenge. But they didn't stop. His mother sent thugs to destroy me. His mistress tried to erase me. Even my coworkers wanted to use me. That night, I nearly lost my life. Until Alpha Sebastian found me-cold, ruthless, unmatched. He said he didn't need a mate. But he protected me like a mate. Touched me like a mate. Looked at me like a mate, as if I already belonged to him. I tried to resist his approach. I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. Wolves would never accept a human mate. But whenever he came near me, whenever those scorching hands reached for me, I always hungered for him-wanted more-yet I was done with promises. Until I discovered that my past was not simple at all-and Sebastian had his own reasons for approaching me-

Action Romance Werewolf

8.7

After Saving His Mistress, My Husband Left Me Crippled

8.7

When a devastating fire breaks out, my husband chooses to save his mistress, leaving me trapped in the flames. I survive the inferno, but the betrayal costs me my legs and leaves me permanently crippled. While they flaunt their affection, I am forced to rebuild my life from the wreckage of his cruelty. Now, I must find the strength to face a future stolen by the man I once loved, seeking justice for the sacrifice he forced me to make.

Action Modern Romance

9.3

Ex-lover Leaves After Being Betrayed

9.3

Alysa and Kenan's first love was everything-pure, warm, and simple. But everything shattered the night Alysa's stepmother threatened to stop her father's medical treatment unless Alysa gave up her honor to a wealthy man from the southern city. For her father's life, Alysa sacrificed herself... and lost Kenan, the man she had loved with all her heart. Years later, fate brings them together again. But the Kenan she once knew-the gentle, loving man-is gone. In his place stands a cold, bitter man consumed by pain and hatred. He no longer sees Alysa as the girl he once loved, but as the woman who ruined his life. By his side now is Sinta-a cunning woman who claims to be the mysterious "masked woman" who once saved him, when in truth, it was all a lie. In a war between love and revenge, Alysa endures humiliation after humiliation from the man she still loves, while Kenan is haunted by faint memories-of a touch, a gaze-that feel achingly familiar. When the truth finally comes to light-that Alysa's sacrifice ran far deeper than he ever imagined- Kenan must confront his own heart: will he keep repaying pain with hatred, or will he choose to heal it with a love that never truly died?

Action Mystery Romance

9.0

Married to the Tyrant in a Wheelchair

9.0

My boyfriend and stepsister murdered me for my inheritance, their celebratory kiss a final insult above my broken body on the rain-slicked concrete of the port. As my soul floated inches from my own face, a tyrant the world knew only as a disfigured cripple, Charles Moses, arrived with a team of soldiers. He ignored my killers, who were now begging for their lives. Instead, he fell to his knees in the mud and blood. He cradled my lifeless head in his hands, and a gut-wrenching sob of pure agony tore from his throat before he carried my body into the black ocean. As the water closed over us, I didn't understand. Why did this monster, a man I had never met, weep for me as if I was his entire world? My eyes snapped open. I was five years in the past, coughing up water in a hospital bed. It was the night my family screamed at me for ruining my stepsister's dress after she'd tried to drown me. When they offered to marry me off to the "crippled monster" Charles Moses to save my perfect stepsister from that fate, I didn't fight them. I smiled and said yes. This time, I would walk straight into the lion's den myself.

Action Modern Romance

8.2

Rejected by the Rogue Alpha Mate

8.2

After her pack is brutally slaughtered, Elara is forced into a life of isolation as an omega. Her world shifts when she discovers her fated mate is the ruthless Rogue Alpha, Silas. Instead of a joyful union, Silas cruelly rejects her, viewing her as a burden to his dark ambitions. Driven by betrayal, Elara must find her own strength to survive. She navigates dangerous territories and internal power to reclaim her destiny beyond his shadow.

Action Fantasy Werewolf

9.0

Revenge for Mom: Destroying His Mafia World

9.0

My fiancé, the Underboss of the DeLuca Crime Family, promised he would burn the world down for me. But when my mother was dying in the hospital, he chose a ski trip with another woman. It was that woman's dog that attacked my mother, but when I called him, shaking, he was annoyed. He was in Aspen with Isabella, and I could hear her laughing in the background. He dismissed my mother's injuries as a "minor scrape" and told me not to "make a big deal out of this." While my mother's fever spiked, he ignored my desperate pleas. Instead, my phone lit up with an Instagram post of him and Isabella smiling by a fireplace, sipping hot chocolate. My mother slipped into septic shock. That picture was a public declaration, a judgment on my mother's worth, and my own. A cold fury burned away every last bit of love I had for him. She died at 3:17 a.m. I held her hand until it was cold, then walked out of the hospital and called the one number I was never supposed to use—the number for my father. "She's dead," I said. "I'm coming to Chicago. I'm leaving this life, and I'm going to burn his world to the ground."

Action Mafia Modern

My Escape From His Poisonous Love

Chapter 4

You may also like