Please Love Me Again

“AU YES… FuxK ME…”

It was deep into the night when I had just opened the villa door. Before I even stepped inside, I heard a woman’s voice coming from upstairs. Her voice was soft yet sultry, dripping with passion.

Just hearing it, I could already picture the chaotic scene unfolding upstairs. My body stiffened, my fingers instinctively clenched. A moment later, I composed myself and casually shut the door behind me. I didn’t even bother taking off my shoes. In my high heels, I climbed the stairs, step by step.

Maybe my footsteps were too loud in the silence of the night, because the sounds from inside seemed to quiet for a moment, only to crescendo louder. The noise grew more piercing, as if it might shatter the door.

My lashes lowered, hiding any emotion in my eyes.

I stood at the door, lifted my foot, and kicked it open with a force that was anything but gentle.

The loud bang echoed through the room, and in an instant, the noise inside ceased.

Looking inside, I saw my husband, Jasper, lounging lazily on the couch. An unfamiliar woman straddled him, her pale legs spread wide, shamelessly moving her hips in rhythm.

The sight was a sharp, painful sting to my eyes.

“Jasper, I told you—don’t bring those low-class women into our home and dirty my space!” I spoke in a cold, controlled voice.

Jasper Hawthorne lifted his eyes, dark and unreadable, staring at me with an expression that seemed to weigh my every move. He raised an eyebrow.

“Your space? Arabella, it’s been a month since we’ve seen each other, and you’ve certainly made progress in your shamelessness. Tell me, what in this house still belongs to you?”

This house, from construction to decoration, had been planned and arranged by Jasper. Every single piece of furniture and decor had been meticulously chosen by him. At one time, he had thought this would be the home he shared with this woman.

Once.

I pressed my lips together, my fingers tightening around my bag, but my face remained expressionless.

Jasper glanced at me, then lowered his gaze again, gripping the woman’s chin in what seemed like a tender gesture, but his half-closed eyes held a coldness that sent a shiver down my spine.

He hated how I remained unfazed, even when witnessing my own husband’s infidelity. It was as though I didn’t care at all.

The woman, being held by him, seemed emboldened. Her actions became more daring as she tried to attract him with each move, her posture increasingly seductive.

I stared at the scene before me—these two, oblivious to everything else as they engaged in their intimate moment. My fingers clenched tighter, and logically, I knew I should leave. It would only hurt more the longer I stayed.

But then… I thought of the plea from my father and stepmother earlier today, and the money my father’s company desperately needed to stay afloat. My feet, against my better judgment, remained frozen.

Jasper didn’t spare me a glance. His arms tightened around the woman, and their display grew more obscene by the second.

I glared at them, an unfamiliar fire burning within me, slowly overpowering the turmoil in my mind. All I could see now were the two of them, lost in each other.

Taking a deep breath, I suddenly strode forward, grabbed a kettle of hot water from the side, and poured it over the two of them without hesitation.

The woman screamed, scrambling off Jasper, desperately patting the scalding water off her skin.

Due to their position, most of the hot water had landed on her. Jasper, however, was unscathed, still sitting proudly on the couch, his shirt askew, his chest exposed, but his composure unbroken. The warmth of his presence and the inherent elegance he carried made even his disheveled appearance seem dignified.

Truth be told, this man was breathtakingly handsome.

He lifted his dark, sculpted eyebrows and looked at me, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His gaze made me uneasy.

I couldn’t meet his eyes. Instead, I turned to the woman beside him and shouted, “Get out!”

The woman, drenched in scalding water, was consumed with rage. How could she let this go so easily?

Her mind shifted back to the fact that Jasper and I shared a marriage that was nothing but a cold, disconnected arrangement, and then to his recent over-the-top enthusiasm toward her. She took advantage of the situation, clinging to Jasper's legs in a feigned display of vulnerability, crying out, “Darling, the hot water burned me so badly... and now she wants me to leave... I...”

Halfway through her words, she buried her face in her hands and began to cry.