[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 111: Do you regret being with me?

Ash walked into the home, his body still carrying the warmth of the sun from a long day spent selling strawberries. Elijah greeted him at the door with a wide smile, pulling Ash into his arms.

With a gentle brush of his lips, Elijah’s familiar scent enveloped Ash, instantly calming his lingering thoughts. Ash leaned into the embrace, feeling the weight of the day fade away in Elijah’s arms.

"Hey, love," Elijah said with a warmth that filled Ash’s chest. "How was your day?"

Ash found solace in the way Elijah held him close, his strong arms providing a sense of security. "It was good. Kian and I had a successful day selling strawberries."

Elijah’s smile spread across his face, proud of his partner for their hard work. "That’s great, baby. My love never fails to bring home money for us."

He said and Ash giggled.

"Are you thirsty? Let me get you some fresh juice."

A few minutes later, Ash sat sipping on the cool drink Elijah had brought him, feeling rejuvenated and grateful for the love and support he received from his partner. Their humble abode was filled with contentment and peace, a reminder of the simple joys in life that they shared together.

He watched Elijah move around the room, unable to ignore the warmth spreading through his chest every time he looked at him. It wasn’t just the juice—being near Elijah always made him feel complete.

When Elijah sat beside him, Ash suddenly stood and moved to straddle Elijah’s lap, their bodies close, the proximity making Ash’s heart race. Elijah chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with playful mischief as his hands found their way to Ash’s waist.

"Well, aren’t you forward today?" Elijah teased, his grin wide.

Ash felt his cheeks heat up, shy under Elijah’s gaze but also emboldened by it. "Shut up," he muttered, though the smile on his lips betrayed his embarrassment. Ash kissed him.

Elijah didn’t hesitate to kiss back, his lips were soft but demanding, and soon the kiss deepened. Elijah’s tongue slid into Ash’s mouth, exploring every corner with a hunger that made Ash’s heart race. Elijah’s hands roamed over Ash’s back, his fingers teasingly pinching here and there, making Ash squirm in his lap.

As the kiss grew more intense, Ash’s hand found its way to Elijah’s crotch, feeling him harden under the fabric of his pants. Elijah’s breath quickened and a loud groan escaped his throat. Encouraged by the response, Ash slid his other hand under Elijah’s shirt, his fingers tracing the firm lines of his abs.

Elijah’s skin was warm to the touch, and Ash couldn’t resist the urge to touch further. Slowly, he let his hand wander downwards, slipping just inside the waistband of Elijah’s pants.

But suddenly, Elijah caught Ash’s hand, stopping him in his tracks. His grip was firm but gentle, and he looked at Ash with a smile that seemed perfectly natural, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

"Hey," Elijah said softly, his tone playful but with an edge of seriousness. "You must be tired after such a long day. How about I get you a snack instead?"

Before Ash could react, Elijah lifted him off his lap and placed him gently on the sofa. "Stay here. I’ll bring something for you," he said, standing up and giving Ash a quick peck on the forehead.

Ash watched as Elijah turned to leave with confusion and hurt bubbling up inside him. Just as Elijah took a step away, Ash couldn’t hold back his thoughts any longer. "Elijah..."

Elijah paused, glancing back over his shoulder. "Yeah?"

Ash hesitated for a moment, his voice small but carrying the weight of his anxiety. "Do you...regret it? Now that we’re back together?"

For a split second, something flashed in Elijah’s eyes, but then it was gone.

He looked at Ash, his eyes widening in pure shock at the sudden turn of the conversation. He opened his mouth to speak, to ask what on earth Ash was talking about.

"Regret it? Of course not, Ash," he replied softly. "What are you talking about-"

"Don’t," Ash said sharply, his eyes locked on Elijah’s with an intensity that surprised even himself. "Don’t brush this off. Answer me."

Elijah blinked, still trying to catch up. "Ash, I—"

"Do you not want me anymore?" Ash’s voice was softer now, but there was a trembling edge to it that cut deeper than any shout could have. "Do you not want my body anymore? Do I not look good anymore? Is that it? Every time I try to get close to you, you will brush me off."

Elijah’s breath caught in his throat, completely stunned by the sudden onslaught of questions. "What? No, Ash—"

"Then why?" Ash interrupted, his voice rising again. His eyes were glassy now, filled with a frustration that had been building for days. "Why do you keep turning me down? Am I not attractive to you anymore? Have I become...ugly? Is that why you don’t want to sleep with me?"

Elijah was frozen in place, unable to process the sheer weight of Ash’s words. "Ugly? Ash, what are you even saying? I—"

"Don’t lie to me!" Ash’s voice cracked, his emotions spilling out uncontrollably. "If you don’t want me anymore, just say it! You used to be obsessed with me, Elijah! But now...now it’s like you can’t even stand to touch me."

Elijah stared at him, completely taken aback. His mind raced, trying to find the right words to explain, to reassure Ash that none of what he was thinking was true. But the sheer force of Ash’s pain left him momentarily speechless.

Ash’s voice dropped to a near whisper, his eyes searching Elijah’s face desperately. "Do you regret being with me?"

Elijah’s chest tightened, guilt and shock flooding him in equal measure. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he tried to touch Ash’s arm. "Ash...I swear, that’s not it. I...I don’t know how to say it."

But he needed to answer before Ash misunderstood further.