Regretting Divorce

He came forward to touch my check. I reached out and punched his jaw. He was bleeding so badly that a pool of redness had formed at his feet. Despite that he was steady in his spot, his stance strong and confident 

is but I hate myself for loving you. You are my life’s biggest mistake. I wish I never met you. 

“I never thought I’d say this 

He nibbled on his bottom lip and looked down. It plached my heart. For a tall and powerful man that he was, he appeared helpless and pained by my words 

“You have done me enough damage, Hunter. I will kill myself if you dare show your face to me again” 

His face shot up, his eyes wide in shock. 

“You can’t- 

“You know I can do it. And I swear on my dead baby that I will.” 

He came closer while staring at my face. 

“You will do no such thing” NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“I will and you will be responsible for my death like you are responsible for my baby’s” 

He wanted to retort but I said, “Go away, Hunter. Just go away 

Just goo!” I yelled, holding my head. 

Even if he had something to say, he walked away. My body was bothered by persistent pain. I sobbed by the wall. I moved away from the wall and prepared to go back to my room. 

I stumbled on Hunter. He did not go far away. He was standing by a wall, taking a glance at his ribs under his coat 

I hid behind a pole, watching him twist his lips. He was in tears and the sight caused a stir in my chest. Then with a groan he dislodged a shard of glass from his left rib 

Му сус by him. 

traveled down to the floor. There was another pool of blood by his feet. As I trailed my eyes backwards. I picked up on a bloody track left 

He needs to rush to a hospital. 

My conscience screamed but I held up my chin. I slipped past him like he was invisible. I sensed his blistering gaze at my back. The part of me that loved him pleaded with me to stop and check up on him. He used to be my everything. Even a small scratch on the back of his hand would make my stomach turn inside out. 

I came back to my room Scott and Penny were sitting close to each other by the window. They stood up straight, their concerned gaze on me. I released the breath I was holding and wiped my tears. 

“We won’t stay a minute longer. Gather your stuff. We are leaving 

I opened the closet to get the clothes I had prepared for wearing tomorrow morning. I changed into them in the bathroom and came out with my face cleansed and washed. 

“You are still standing there, Didn’t you hear me?” I glowered. 

Penny and Scott exchanged a look before Penny verbalized, “Our flight is for tomorrow morning. Where will we got 

“We’ll stay the night at a hotel or a lodge. Wherever we can get ourselves checked in. But we’re not staying here. We must leave.” I said packing my nightgown I had kept aside to wear tonight. 

“Can’t you hear me? Get your ass moving now. Or are we supposed to stay so you can execute the next part of your plan. hul it hurt to see Scoll so gloomy and colorless with guilt. 

He deserved every bit of my harshness though. I wouldn’t be feeling this vulnerable if it wasn’t for him. Hunter wouldn’t have come here if it wasn’t for him. Grandina Avery’s anniversary celebration would have been a blast for myself as well as for the others if it wasn’t for Scott and his stupid plans 

I managed to prepare them to leave in about twenty minutes that followed. I felt like a coward leaving in the dark hours of night that to through the rear exit while the party was still going on. What else can I do? I can’t face the crowd outside. The people outside will pin me with a degradingly contemptumaas look. 

Although Grandma Avery told Penny and Scott that the storm Hunter brought in my room with his wrath was kept under the wraps. And that the party was progressing gloriously. I won’t trust that it really was, considering the maids and gossiping servants. 

Every rich household has a maid or two who is a provider of inside information to a journalist or a news channel. Otherwise how else do you think what is supposed to be a secret between a couple or in a house gets out? 

Our cab was already waiting for us outside. Scott and the driver adjusted the luggage in the back while we sat inside the car. I was not even able to loosen my tense nerves when my eyes fell on a jet black limousine parked not far away from us. 

Two men clad in black were standing on each side. The one on the right side of the car bent against the window and tapped on it. I watched, with my heart thumping in my chest, as the glass was pulled down revealing Hunter. 

Our eyes met for a second before I looked away. He was most likely seeing to it that I was indeed leaving the old Murphy mansion as said. My breaths got caught in my throat as our car started. 

I didn’t dare look away as we brushed past Hunter’s limousine. I didn’t exhale even after we had come far away. Even if my brother and best friend observed my physical reaction, they preferred to stay quiet 

We found a good lodge in the main city after descending down the mountain. It was cozy and huge. I booked a room for three as I didn’t want to take any chances. If only we stuck closer together then we will be able to go home without further issues. 

I snuck into bed not feeling the need to change clothes. The lights were turned out and the room was engulfed in ominous silence. Pulling the quilt over my head, I let my tears loose. 

The sight of Hunter and his blood made my chest heavy. My head pounded with all the memories of him. Especially the one where he extracted a glass piece from his flesh and I passed by him. 

Somehow I controlled my y sobs and tears, and turned to my side to call it a night. 

It’s true that my body still loved him out of instinct. But soon enough, my mind would convince it to stop. 

No one’s POV 

Hunter clenched and unclenched his jaw while staring at his right hand. A deep cut was grazing his palm. It began to bleed the second he scratched it with his pinky finger’s nail. 

His men, who were standing outside the car, passed each other an anxious stare. They requested their boss to let them take care of it. 

One of them was a medical professional turned to his bodyguard. It was his manager’s idea to include a doctor in his protectors unit so that if he was ever in need of medical help, he would be readily available to treat his boss. But the doctor guy was yelled at and asked to go and do a job for 

him. 

Hunter watched him return. He peeked out of the window and the man’s walk became rushed, knowing that his boss was looking at him. 

“Magenta colored mustang with number plate TM 0076. It’s in the garage parked with other cars owned by the Murphys.” 

Hunter’s lips arched with a knowing satanic smirk. He asked his men to wait back while he carried himself to the garage situated in the east wing of the Murphy mansion. With their party taking place in the front towards the west wing, he couldn’t care less for being caught. 

And even if he was caught, not even the gone ancestors of Murphys could do anything to him. 

Whatever he was going to do would surely bring a cyclone to Bloomcrest outside his house. He was declaring a war with the Murphys. 

Hunter lit up a cigarette and withdrew a silver flask of whiskey. Instead of taking a sip from it, he poured the content on the car with the vehicle number his man told him about. Emptying his whiskey flask on the body of the car, he took a drag of smoke. He then flung his cigarette on the magenta mustang as it caught fire. 

He gaped as the flames consumed the car, turning it into a ball of fire. The right corner of his mouth lifted in a sly smirk. 

“Tia Murphy, this time it’s your car paying for your sharp tongue. Next time you say anything about my wife, it’ll be your over smart son paying for your sins” 

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