A Second Chance with the CEO After Divorce

Chapter 19:

“Kristopher!” Belinda cried out, a hint of desperation in her voice. As he reached to remove her underwear, she could no longer contain herself. “Do you remember that I just had a miscarriage ten days ago? If you want to kill me, just do it directly. There’s no need to degrade me like this!”

Her words nearly erupted into a scream.

She had once thought of Kristopher as a decent and responsible husband, despite his lack of affection.

But now, she realized that he lacked not only love but also respect and care for her as his wife.

His indifference was clear. He showed no concern for her well-being or dignity, especially now as he overpowered her, driven by his disregard and the contentious divorce she insisted on.

Her voice, tinged with tears, caused Kristopher to halt his forceful embrace. His large hand, which had been around her waist, froze. He looked down into her angry, tear-filled eyes. The burning desire in his gaze extinguished immediately.

After a tense silence, he frowned and muttered, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me,” Belinda retorted, pushing him away and straightening her clothes. Fighting back tears, she declared, “Just sign the divorce papers. This isn’t a tantrum, and I’m not vying for your attention against Miss Miller.”

from the side, and dabbed at her tears. “You were right from the start. I never consulted you when we got married. It was just my own fantasy. Now that Miss Miller

her gaze, his eyebrows knitting together as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket. Just as he was about to light it, Belinda’s indifferent words flashed through his mind, and he

a divorce before,

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so wrong to change my mind?” Belinda replied, pulling out her mirror and foundation. She began touching up her makeup with nonchalance. “People change. I didn’t want a divorce before because I

“And now?”

lips curled into a sardonic smile.

she stated firmly. “What does matter is that I

at the mention of

discuss the divorce later,” he said, leaning back against the sofa with relaxed grace. “Do you

sudden realization hit her. “Is it your grandfather’s

remembered your fondness for sweet pastries. He even sent some over today and instructed me to bring you to his birthday celebration. Yet here you are, attempting to

makeup mirror and foundation, pulling out her

to the advanced stage of cancer that had

kindest soul in the entire Cox family, had always treated her like his own granddaughter. She wouldn’t dream of missing his birthday, especially since she had only three months left to live. This celebration might very well be the last birthday of Anthony’s

make