The Divorce Prescription

When Adam wanted to humiliate someone, he never held back. He stripped them of every shred of dignity, cutting them down to the bone without a second thought.

Celine hadn’t asked Hailey to call him.

But even if she had, so what? He was the one who hadn’t used protection in the first place!

“I understand. Don’t worry, I won’t call you again, Mr. Alvarez. You can leave now,” Celine said, her voice brittle.

She lifted her head, forcing herself to hold back the tears stinging her eyes. She was determined not to let them fall, not in front of him.

Adam’s sharp gaze caught the redness in her eyes, and an odd, twisted satisfaction stirred in his chest. It was as though her pain fed his need for revenge. He hated her.

He hated her for not coming that night.

He had called Leo deliberately, knowing Leo would go looking for her. But she hadn’t shown up.

And now, he hated her even more for calling him when she fainted

She had called him over because of a birth control pill taken for Nathan, as if he was nothing more than some tool to be used at her convenience.

Adam’s thin lips curled into a sneer. His voice came out cold and cutting, like shards of ice. “Let’s get divorced as soon as possible. We’ll keep it from Grandma for now, but we can finalize the paperwork-

Before he could finish, Celine grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him with all the strength she could muster. “Get out!” The pillow struck his handsome face before falling to the floor.

In an instant, Adam closed the distance between them. Leaning down, he pinned her to the bed in one swift motion.

Celine struggled, but Adam’s grip was unyielding

He caught her wrists, pressing them firmly to the sides of the bed. His tone was sharp, cutting through the air like a whip. Celine, who gave you the right to lay a hand on me? Have I been too lenient with you?”

Celine desperately held back the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her, but it was no use. Tears spilled from her eyes, fat droplets streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls.

Her vision blurred.

She was crying

Adam’s chest tightened as he watched her. A moment ago, he had wanted to see her break down, but now, her tears only unsettled him.

She was always like t

like this–twisting his emotions and leaving him restless and unsure.

Celine sniffled, her reddened nose twitching slightly as she choked out, her voice cracking with emotion, “Adam, I hate you… I really, really hate you…”

To make her feelings unmistakable, she repeated the words several times, each one laced with raw pain.

Crying, she told him just how much she hated him.

Adam knew exactly what kind of woman she was always trying to seduce men. Even now, at this moment, she was trying to manipulate him.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as his throat t

tightened, his voice coming out low and hoarse. “And why do you hate me?”

She was the one in the wrong. She was still his wife!

Tears streamed down Celine’s pale face, her voice trembling as her grievance burst out in a wave of emotion that hit him like a storm “Because you don’t want me… because you always take advantage of the fact that I like you to hurt me.

He’d said once that he wanted her. But he didn’t.

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In all the years they had been married, he had never treated her well. All he ever did was hurt her, again and again. novelbin

She really, really hated him.

Why did he have to treat her this way?

Adam felt something shift in his chest, an unfamiliar sensation creeping in–a dull ache mixed with a tingle of guilt and an overwhelming numbness.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then his eyes dropped to her collar.

The way he had her pinned revealed the delicate curve of her collarbone beneath the neckline of her shirt. His gaze froze when he noticed the faint love bites scattered across her skin.

The bruises trailed downward, vanishing into the fabric of her clothing.

Adam didn’t need to see the rest to imagine how wild and heated things must have been between her and Nathan.

A sharp, blood–red fury ignited in his long, narrow eyes, obliterating the fleeting softness he had felt just moments ago.

This was her way of playing men, of seducing them. She didn’t care about him at all.

Adam let go of her abruptly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

Celine shifted, turning onto her side with her back to him. She used her hands to roughly wipe the tears from her face. “I can get divorced anytime. Just let me know when you’ve chosen a date.”