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My Husband Only Started Loving Me After The Divorce

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 883    |    Released on: Today at 18:23

ess fog. A dull, throbbing pain was centered in her head, a relentless drumbeat ag

ome b

at her. "You gave us a bit of a scare. You have a mild concussion and some s

her without meaning. Lucky. The word felt like a joke. She felt n

" she asked, her

ter eight in

he hadn't come. He hadn't even called. The last ember of hope, the one she hadn't e

t waiting

devoid of emotion. She pushed herself up, ignori

n't. The doctor wants to keep you for observation for at l

rgument. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, the thin

e in Alicia's eyes. "Alright. But you'll have t

d stiffly out of the room. The hospital corridor was quiet, smelling of floor wax a

ast night. Can you believe my luck? The insurance pa

king on a man in a cheap suit, grinning into his phone. M

r gut. It was the same casual cruelty, the same utter disregard for a life intertwined with his o

is smile faltering as he saw the look on

ck her hand an

hoed. The man staggered back, his phone clattering to the floor. He stared a

but the pain was grounding

iece of scum," she said, her voice low and sha

rned and walked away, her back straigh

r like a physical blow. It hurt her eyes, but it also burned away the last of th

Her thumb scrolled past Julian's name, past the call log that showed his unanswered c

I heard about the accident! Are you okay? I've been c

ice eerily calm. "I need a divorce

rp intake of breath, a sound of pure shock. But her

d efficient. "I'll have a list of names and the

Alicia said

yellow cab. It pulled up to t

inside, the worn vinyl of t

at her in the rearview mirror, his eyes li

thouse on the Upper East Side. The pla

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My Husband Only Started Loving Me After The Divorce
My Husband Only Started Loving Me After The Divorce
“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."”