My Husband Only Started Loving Me After The Divorce

Author: Rum Runner

Chapter 1

Word Count: 787 | Released on: Today at 18:23

crushing impact of a semi-truck-glass exploded, blood fi

ed help. Her first instinct, a reflex carved into her h

shattered center console, searching for her phone. Her fingers, slick with blood, finally closed around the cool, smooth case. Sh

g once. Twice

's. It was a wave of sound-loud music, la

en thing, barely a whisper. The sound

the din. "Jules, come on, make a wish! 祝我生日快乐-and I'm

cold. She knew that

h," he said, his voice laced with a tenderness she hadn't heard

voice was a broken whisper, swallowed by the laughter on his end. Bianca's voice purred again, "Jule

b fingers, clattering to the f

. But inside her head, there was only the echo of that click. Three years of marriage. Three years of waiting for him to see her. And

te him. She wanted to live long enough to throw that elegantly wrapped box from Madison Avenue at his face. Their third weddi

wheel had been cold under her hands before the crash. Her knuckles had been white. On the passenger seat, that slim, elegantly wrapped box from a boutique

emergency vehicles paint the night sky in strokes of red and blue. Her body

ith fear, but with a cold, final cla

. A firefighter's face appeared at the shattered window, his voice

pen the crushed door. Gentle hands were on her, carefull

into her eyes. "Ma'am, c

his name one last time

e doors slammed shut, plunging her into a world of sterile light and th

elegantly wrapped box still sitting on the passenger seat, its whi

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My Husband Only Started Loving Me After The Divorce

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“On her third wedding anniversary, Alicia was crushed in a horrific multi-car pileup. Trapped in the bloody wreckage, she used her last ounce of strength to call her husband, Julian, for help. The call connected, but instead of his voice, she heard loud music and the clinking of glasses. Julian was at a party, tenderly wishing his mistress, Bianca, a happy birthday. After surviving the night alone in the hospital, Alicia dragged her battered, bleeding body back to their penthouse. She found Bianca wearing her silk robe, sitting at the vanity in her master bedroom. When Julian walked out of the shower, his first reaction wasn't concern for his injured wife. Instead, he looked at her bandaged head with absolute disgust. "What kind of trick are you playing now?" To prove she was faking it for attention, he violently ripped the bandage right off her fresh wound. As blood poured down her face, Julian wrapped his arms around a fake-crying Bianca, calling Alicia an insane, manipulative monster. For three years, she had endured his coldness, her genuine love constantly dismissed as the schemes of a social-climbing liar. She didn't understand how the man she once loved could be so blind, so casually cruel while she was literally bleeding out in front of him. But looking at the two of them standing united against her, the last embers of her love finally turned to ash. She calmly wiped the blood from her face and called her best friend. "I need a divorce lawyer. The best one you can find."”