Page 32 of My Ruthless Husband

I jerk back. “I d-don’t.”

“You were always a bad liar.” He tucks a curl behind my ear. I push his hand away.

“I’m not the girl you married anymore. I won’t let you manipulate me.”

He leans in, pressing me against the wall again. “Well, I don’t have to try hard, do I?” His gaze runs over my face. “I see the desire in your eyes.”

I push his chest, the bottle crashes down on the carpeted floor. “That’s just my physical reaction to you. Don’t worry, I will make sure to bury it so deep it wouldn’t ever resurface.”

He grabs my wrist and presses it against the wall. “Can you really? You—the naïve little girl who once gave everything to me without even asking—have it in you to resist me?” He mocks.

“You’re heartless.” My voice cracks.

“Sometimes you have to be in order to survive in this world.”

“That’s not true.” I say softly.

His expression darkens. “Of course, the spoiled princess would think that.”

I wrench my eyes away. He takes advantage of it and buries his face in my neck. “You can hate me all you want, but you can’t deny what we have.”

My eyes fall shut when he begins kissing my neck. “You’re so easy.”

I freeze. Then, with a pained groan, I push his chest hard. It catches him off guard.

Without any word, I run and don’t stop until I’m out of the bedroom and into the guestroom. Locking myself in, I fall against the door before sliding down. Covering my face, I cry softly.

???

After having a good cry, I took a long shower and dressed myself in a new robe as I am still hiding in the guestroom.

“You’re so easy.”

Fresh tears spring in my eyes as I recall his words again. I wish he could see for himself the pain those words caused me. I wish he could see how much loving him costs me.

His disdain when he called me a spoiled princess was something I never faced. Today, he showed me he truly despises me. Then why marry me?

What could’ve been his agenda for marrying me? He has more money than God. He certainly didn’t marry me for it. In fact, he was pleased when I dropped out of college and had to depend on him financially. He even encouraged and paid for my desire to do the random online courses. So if not money, then what could it be?

I let him in. I bared my soul only for him to take advantage of my vulnerabilities. I need to know why he played me like that. I need answers. But before that, I need to call Summer.

I reluctantly leave the safety of the guestroom and make my way to the master. I let out relieved breath when I find it empty. I quickly dress in short sleeve thin v neck white jumper and calf length cream slip skirt.

As I stand in front of the mirror, my pale green eyes meet their own reflection. My dark brown curls frame my face, a stark contrast against my pale skin. A wave of melancholy washes over me as I take in the sight of myself in my old clothes. I shake my head.

I look like the old version of me—the delicate little wife of a ruthless billionaire.

But I’m not naïve anymore. I possess a newfound strength now. I’m more than just the reflection before me. I’m more than the foolish wife of Damian Montgomery. I might look like the old me but I’m nothing like her now.

Straightening my posture, I meet my eyes in the mirror. A determination starts to rise within me. I won’t let him define me. He thinks of me as a spoiled princess. A wanton woman who can’t resist her husband. I’ll prove him wrong. The road to the new goal is rocky but I promise myself that I won’t let him walk over me again.

Damian doesn’t deserve my love nor my care. It’s time to give him the taste of his own medicine.

I turn away from the mirror and venture out of the master bedroom.

I walk down the stairs and along the long hallways to reach the family area.

“Good morning, Mrs. Montgomery.” Edith’s gray eyes are kind as she greets me.

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