Chapter 7
“Gavin, you’re absolutely revolting!”
“If you don’t sign the divorce papers, we’ll go to court.”
“After all, I have all the evidence of your affair saved.”
With that, I turned away from him and grabbed Luciana’s hand.
“Luciana, weren’t you saying you wanted to take me to that male model club?”
Luciana had been suggesting the male model club for a while.
I’d never been in the mood before, but today, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest.
A man like Gavin wasn’t worth dragging myself down for.
The dimly lit male model club was filled with noise and chaos.
I let myself sink into the atmosphere, swaying to the rhythm without thinking.
“Hannah, look! That male model is six foot two!”
“Do you like him?”
“If you do, have him keep you company for the night,” Luciana teased in my ear.
I didn’t catch what she said and leaned closer, nearly tripping in the process.
“Careful!”
A deep male voice, warm and steady, accompanied by the feel of a firm chest.
I had fallen into a strong, hormone–charged embrace.
But before I could process it, an angry shout broke through the noise,
“Let her go!”
“Let go of my wife!”
Gavin’s face was dark as he gripped my wrist tightly.
“Who’s your wife?”
“I don’t know you!”
I shook off Gavin’s hand and took a few steps back.
But he closed the distance, step by step, until I was cornered against the wall.
“Sweetheart, I know you’re still angry, but you shouldn’t be in a place like this.”
“Come home with me!”
Disdain and disgust for the club filled Gavin’s eyes.
He wrapped an arm firmly around my waist, dragging me toward the exit.
That familiar scent hit me again–the one that belonged to Nicole.
It was sharper, more pungent, and even more nauseating.
Smacki
I slapped him again, without hesitation.
“Hannah
Gavin let go of me, staring in shock and disbelief.
Perhaps, in his mind, I was always the docile one–the one who quietly endured everything,
But women aren’t inherently that way.
And I certainly am not.
“Gavin, I’ll say this one last time: I want a divorce!”
I shouted, my voice loud and clear, just as the music in the club paused.
Every eye in the bar turned toward us.
Annoyed, Gavin adjusted his glasses, ignoring Luciana’s attempts to stop him, and lifted me into his arms, carrying me out of the club.
“Gavin! Let me go!”
I pounded his chest with all the strength I could muster, not holding back.
“Ugh…”
Gavin finally stopped. He set me down beside the car, hunched over, and began coughing violently.
“COUGH, COUGH, COUGH…”
The sound was harsh and relentless, as if he was seriously ill.
In the past, even the slightest sign of discomfort from him would send me into a panic, rushing to care for him.
Now, I stood there calmly, even letting out a small laugh.
“Sweetheart, I’m not well. My stomach hurts again. Will you come home with me?”
“Can you make me some pear syrup, just like before?”
Leaning against the car, Gavin’s red–rimmed eyes looked at me pleadingly.
Under the dim streetlight, his face was pale, his lips devoid of any color. He was even still wearing the clothes I had vomited on that morning.
He looked pitiful.
But what did his misery have to do with me?
Though, I did need to go back to grab something.
I gave Luciana a meaningful glance from afar before opening the car door and sliding into the seat.
“Let’s go.”
Gavin’s eyes were filled with disbelief, but he quickly started the car, as if afraid I’d change my mind the next second.
I ignored him and sent a message to Luciana from the backseat.
“Luciana, don’t worry about me. I’m just going back to grab something. Wait for me downstairs later.”
After sending the message, I closed my eyes to rest.
But I could feel Gavin’s gaze repeatedly shifting toward me.
We AOK
Chapter 7
I knew he was watching me, and the thought made me nauseous. I turned my head to face the window.
In the faint reflection on the glass, I saw his bandaged left hand, the gauze stained once again with fresh, red blood.
Yet Gavin seemed entirely unaware, a faint smile lingering on his lips.
Until a ringtone abruptly interrupted his smile.
