Chapter 39 I Don’t Love You Anymore
Chapter 39 I Don’t Love You Anymore
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Nathan didn’t repeat Alan’s merciless words to the boy. He kept his eyes on the road, voice calm. “Andy, you really went too far this time. Stay away for a few days, then come home and apologize to your mother.”
“I don’t want to! I almost got punished because of her!”
Andy snapped back, but the memory of his mother collapsing in front of him made his gaze flicker. His little hands clenched nervously. Even so, he muttered under his breath, stubborn to the last. “…I wasn’t
wrong.”
His voice grew smaller and smaller.
Nathan said nothing more. He wasn’t one for words. Andy would come to understand eventually.
And if not now, then reality itself would teach him: in this world, the only one who loved him as a child- truly loved him–was his mother.
Claudia slept on, unaware of the storm between father and son.
Her rest was anything but peaceful.
In her dream, she was back in her university days, when both she and Alan were young, burning with the heat of youth.
Sunlight poured through the stairwell windows, drenching the steps in gold.
Alan stood there in a simple tracksuit, a young man shining so bright he seemed untouchable, nobility radiating from every inch of him.
He leaned down, droplets from freshly washed hair sliding down his forehead. His fox–like eyes were clear and cool, yet sharp as they locked on the girl below.
The girl was a younger Claudia, shy and flustered.
“You like me? Then tell me–how much?”
His voice carried a trace of arrogance, tinged with ice, yet it seared into the young girl’s heart, branding her whole youth.
“Like. I like you very much.”
She heard her own voice answering from years ago–only for the dream to twist.
A red wedding room.
Alan hurled a crimson toy robot at her, hatred burning in his eyes as he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
The robot’s tinny mechanical voice blended with Alan’s deep baritone, stabbing through Claudia’s chest
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like a blade.
“Claudia, I will never love you!”
The dream shattered.
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Claudia’s eyes flew open. Her head pounded, her vision blurred, and in front of her she saw the hazy outline of a familiar figure.
Still half–caught between dream and reality, she stared at the shadow and whispered, dazed, “Alan, I don’t love you anymore.”
It was as though she was answering someone–or confirming it for herself. She said it again, firmer this time.
“I don’t love you anymore.”
And in that moment, she realized.
The words came easier than she had ever imagined. After years of falling for him, of being consumed by him, her heart was finally empty.
Relief washed over her.
But before the thought could settle, the shadow in front of her moved–closing in, pressing her down into the bed.
The heat of his body burned through her thin pajamas.
The solid weight snapped her out of her haze. She felt his breath, low and restrained, brush hot against her
car.
“What did you just say?” Alan’s voice rumbled, sharp and cold.
She was fully awake now, but she didn’t flinch. She opened her mouth to repeat herself—
But her lips were caught in a savage kiss, teeth biting down hard enough to draw pain, his hands roaming lower with ruthless intent.
Claudia’s strength hadn’t returned..Freshly conscious, still weak, she was kissed until the room spun, her body too feeble to fight him off.
By the time he released her, she was drenched in sweat, chest heaving as she gasped for air, on the verge of fainting again from lack of oxygen.
Alan’s fox–like eyes were glazed, his expression steeped in desire,
He reveled in it–in seeing Claudia unravel beneath him, in igniting the fire in her body until she was lost. That was when she was softest, most yielding, stripped of her thorns and left pliant in his hands.
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Claudia finally managed to catch her breath. She grabbed his hand, stopping him..
“Enough!”
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She might not love him anymore, but his deliberate provocation still stirred a physical response she hated herself for.
Holding his hand tightly, she forced her exhausted body upright, slipping off the bed. She tore off the pajama top that had already been disheveled, baring her back and leg mottled with bruises.
Seven years of marriage had stripped away any sense of modesty. There was nothing left he hadn’t seen.
Standing naked before him, her face pale with fatigue, she said flatly, “Alan, I really don’t want this marriage anymore. Whatever you’re trying to hate me for, whatever you’re trying to take revenge for–it’s been seven years. Isn’t that enough? Let’s let each other go.”
She no longer cared to untangle the past, no longer cared who was right or wrong.
She only wanted to cut the knot cleanly and start her life over.
Alan’s gaze trailed over her body, but when it reached the dark bruises staining her skin, the heat in his eyes vanished.
