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.”

“You were right from the start. I never consulted you when we got married. It was just my own fantasy.

a cigarette from his pocket. Just as he was about to light it, Belinda’s indifferent words flashed through his

weariness. “I asked for a divorce before, and you said no. Now you’re asking for a divorce because

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replied, pulling out her mirror and foundation. She began touching up her makeup with nonchalance. “People change. I

“And now?”

lips curled into a sardonic smile. “You don’t have

matter anymore,” she stated firmly. “What does matter is that

at the mention of divorce

the sofa with relaxed grace. “Do you remember what’s

for a moment before a sudden realization

sent some over today and instructed me to bring you to his birthday celebration. Yet here you are, attempting to sever ties with

her phone to mark the date

of cancer that had recently deteriorated, compounded by her recent anxieties. She had nearly forgotten

missing his birthday, especially since

really should make