Wooing My Ex-Wife

“Ugh…” Whitney endured the pain with a frown. As she barely had any energy left, she couldn’t escape him.

Looking aggrieved, she said, “I’m just your wife in name who’ll be a stranger to you a year later. Yesterday, I made you angry, and you warned me, and today you didn’t come to pick me up. You’re clearly punishing me. Were you expecting me to throw away my pride and call you to drive me home? Is that it? I could’ve returned on my own, but my phone ran out of battery. It’s not like I got myself lost on purpose. You were the one who didn’t want me to rely on you, Charles, and I know I can’t because how else am I supposed to live without you a year later? Sooner or later, I’m going to have to familiarize myself with the route to work. The route will be etched into my mind after I make a few more mistakes.”

The sting on her cheek lingered as she endured the pain Charles inflicted on her by pulling her hair.

Intensely aggrieved, Whitney continued, “Why are you doing this to me, Charles? I know I was wrong. I won’t ask about your past with Gwendolyn again. I know I don’t deserve to learn about your past and that I can’t be compared to her in your heart, but I’m doing my best, too. I pursued you for five years after moving to Chanaea from Tayhaven. It’s not like I’m asking you to like me. I merely want you not to treat me so harshly. This way, I’ll still have a positive image of you in my mind after I leave you in a—”

Without warning, Charles tossed his umbrella away, pressed her head toward him, and kissed her lips.

His kisses were domineering.

Whitney felt as though she had been struck by lightning.

Her mind went blank. Even her breath was almost stolen by that unexpected kiss.

Charles… is kissing me? Is he crazy?

She hammered her fist on his chest, but she was too weak to cause any harm to him.

Charles hugged her tighter, attacking her olfactory senses with his scent.

No pedestrians or vehicles passed them by on the secluded street.

There was only Charles’ luxury car illuminating the two embracing figures.

Even the cold, rainy air seemed to have become sweeter due to the kiss.

lasted for a few minutes

pale face, then removed his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. He carried her into his car and drove back

Whitney? Why is she so pale? Was she kidnapped? Is she hurt? Didn’t you bring an

to answer any of her questions. He turned

“Will do, Mr. Newton.”

and placed her on the bed before unbuttoning her shirt to change her

later, he ceased his impatient movements upon realizing something and didn’t move again for a

then, Jasmine came over to check up

me change her clothes. Her

then exited the room with a grimace, his long eyelashes concealing the panic in his

“What? Whitney’s your wife. Why are you so embarrassed about helping her

Bang!

only response she received was the loud slamming of

this?” spat Jasmine before carrying

from the closet

while later, the family doctor arrived

she was drenched in the rain for hours, she caught a fever, which

up to an IV drip with a nutritional solution and fever medicine inside. It was

escaped from the room to prevent others from spotting him

went to the study and shut

the sky

windows into cracks. The atmosphere in the

window and smoked a cigarette, his

the kiss he had shared with Whitney

pounding, and he couldn’t

something as ridiculous as that. It was like I was possessed. I only wanted to stop her incessant chatter. I never thought I would ever have romantic feelings for a woman other than Gwendolyn. However, at that moment, I really did feel something for Whitney. I’ve loved Gwendolyn for over a decade, yet I didn’t kiss her even once. Instead, I shared my first