{BL} Dear Husband, I want Divorce [READ ON WEBNOVEL]

17 Wants To Devour Him

Ash’s pov ; 

"What?! But why, Ash?" Noah shouted angrily, his face getting red while his voice shaking with indignation. "Why the fuck would you agree to his terms? Do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into?!"

I cringed at his outburst. I don't blame him for being angry. I would have reacted the same way. I had expected this storm but still found it hard to weather.

"Noah, please, calm down," I pleaded to him trying to placate him, but it was no use. 

"Don't tell me to calm down! This is a goddamn nightmare to be again with him," he yelled louder. "How can you be so naive, Ash? How could you let him blackmail you into this? You're a goddamn idiot, that's what you are!"

I bit back a retort, his words were cutting me deep. He is right. I'm a dummy, weak, spineless fool. But I wish he could understand how I felt after losing everything.

And I don't want to lose him too. 

"Noah, please try to understand. And it's not like I'm the only one who agreed to his demands. He also accepted mine," I informed him. 

"Yeah, sure, like he cares about anything other than his revenge. He doesn't give a shit about your demands, Ash. Don't you get it? He's just playing you as always.” his voice softened slightly, but the frustration was still there, a bitter undercurrent.

I lowered my gaze, I got released as soon as I signed the contract with him and the hours since my release were filled with a growing sense of dread and doubt. I had already started questioning everything. 

Noah sighed, he looked tired, his eyes rimmed with dark circles. He turned to me with a softer yet worried expression. 

"Listen, Ash. I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you, okay? I don't want you to end up trapped in a loveless marriage with that asshole again."

I gave him a weak smile, appreciating his concern. "I know. I'm sorry too. But it's too late. I've made my decision. There's no turning back now.” 

He plopped on the couch running an exhausted hand through his hair. "Now what?"

"He told me to wait until he contacts me again," I let out. 

“Everything’s so frustrating," he groaned, rubbing his temples. He was about to speak further when we heard the doorbell ring.

“I'll take it,” I hurried to open the door and my face fell when I saw it was my mother. 

The angry scowl on her face was a clear indication that she had already heard the news about the company going bankrupt and selling off.

"Hi, Mom—"

She cut me mid-sentence as her hand landed on my right cheek with a sharp, resounding smack.

“How could you be such a disgrace after all these years? How dare you force Samantha to make that video? Do you have any idea how much she cried? Is this how you repay us after your father gave you the company and left nothing for me and Samantha?" 

She keeps on ranting. God! I hate her. 

I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to punch her in the face. She was a hypocrite, a liar, and a cheat. The only reason she married my father was because of the money. She didn't love him, not even a tiny bit. And when my father died, she didn't shed a single tear. Instead, she sold all his belongings and used the money to buy expensive clothes and jewellery that was given to her.

“I didn't-” 

"Don't say a single word. I won't be able to keep my anger under control if you open your damn mouth," she exclaimed, her voice icy with rage.