[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 123: You’re a sick bastard!

Noah’s eyes fluttered open, his head pounding, every muscle in his body aching as if he’d been run over by a truck. The pain, though, wasn’t the most alarming thing—it was the unfamiliar warmth beneath him.

His heart skipped a beat as he realised his face was pressed against a chest. The steady rise and fall of breath beneath his cheek made his pulse thunder in his ears.

What the hell? Noah’s body stiffened in an instant, and his breath quickened. He shot up from the bed, his heart racing in his chest, and the sudden movement made his head spin. As the blanket slid off him, he gasped in horror. He was naked. Completely naked.

Panic set in his chest. His hands fumbled with the blanket, pulling it desperately over his body, his eyes wide with confusion and fright. Then the memories from last night hit him like a punch to the gut. Those men... the drugs...

But everything after that was a blur. What happened? He frantically searched his mind for details, but it was all just fragmented flashes of heat and disorientation.

And then, Ryder.

Noah’s head snapped towards the other side of the bed where Ryder was lying, still asleep, his chest bare and his hair tousled in a careless, almost too comfortable way. Panic morphed into sheer terror as Noah’s heart hammered in his chest.

Did he—?

Noah’s face contorted in anger and confusion. He couldn’t believe it. How could he?

"You bastard!" Noah let out a piercing scream, and Ryder jolted awake, his eyes snapping open as he blinked in confusion, looking up at Noah with sleepy surprise.

"What did you do?!" Noah’s voice trembled, every word laced with fear and accusation. "You took advantage of me! You drugged me! How dare you?" His throat tightened, and his vision blurred with unshed tears.

"What?" Ryder blinked, clearly startled by the outburst, his brows knitting together as he tried to grasp what was happening. "Wait–what are you talking about?" fгeewebnovёl.com

Noah pointed an accusing finger at him, his hand shaking. "Don’t act like you don’t know! You’ve been after me since the moment we met! I knew you were up to no good!" His voice cracked, and the frustration and helplessness of the situation overwhelmed him. "You had those guys drug me, didn’t you? So you could—" He choked on his words, his face flushed with anger and shame. "So you could do this!"

Ryder’s eyes widened, realisation dawned on him. His face darkened as he sighed, knowing exactly what Noah must be thinking. "Doll face, listen, that’s not what happened. I didn’t—"

"Liar!" Noah screamed, cutting him off. "You were behind this from the start. I knew you were a creep, but I didn’t think you’d go this far." Noah’s voice cracked while his fists clenching the blanket tightly around his trembling body.

Ryder’s jaw clenched. He knew this was going to happen, but it didn’t make the accusations any easier to swallow. "Listen, doll face its–!"

"Shut up!" Before he could get a word in, Noah suddenly lunged forward and slapped him across the face, the sound echoing through the room.

Ryder’s head snapped to the side, his cheek stinging from the blow. The room fell deathly silent.

Noah sat there, his chest heaving, his hands shaking from the surge of adrenaline and fear. Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision as he stared down at Ryder. "You took everything from me. You bastard...how could you?"

Ryder sat still for a moment, his breathing slow and controlled. His cheek burned where Noah’s hand had struck him, but it was the accusation that really stung. Slowly, he turned his head to face Noah, his expression no longer the silly, teasing one he’s used to.

No, this was different.

Ryder’s eyes darkened, a cold intensity radiating from him that Noah had never seen before. His jaw tightened as he looked at Noah with an unreadable expression, his voice dropping dangerously low.

"Ugh!" Suddenly, Ryder grabbed Noah’s jaw, pulling his face close until their noses almost touched. Noah gasped, his breath hitching as Ryder’s grip tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to make it clear that he was done with the accusations.

"No one," Ryder growled, his voice quiet yet filled with an icy fury, "has ever raised their hand to me and walked away without consequences."

Noah’s heart nearly stopped. The dangerous glint in Ryder’s eyes sent a chill down his spine. The playful, careless Ryder he saw earlier was gone, replaced by someone far more terrifying. His hand trembled as it clutched the blanket tighter, his throat dry.

Ryder’s voice remained calm but lethal. "I didn’t drug you. If I wanted to take advantage of you, I would’ve done it. But I didn’t."

Noah’s lips quivered, but he refused to back down, even as his heart raced. "Then w-why am I naked? Why can’t I remember anything?"

Ryder glared in his wet eyes and didn’t know but for some reason Ryder’s eyes softened.

He sighed heavily, his grip on Noah’s jaw loosening slightly, though he didn’t let go. "You was drugged. You were out of control, burning up, and I tried to help you. But I didn’t touch you in the way you’re accusing me of. You were in pain, and I stopped you from hurting yourself."

Noah’s breath hitched, his mind scrambling to recall the events. But he couldn’t remember anything.

"If I wanted to, I could have done it. You were begging for it, even crying, practically grinding against me last night." His words were sharp, cutting through the thick silence of the room.

Noah’s eyes widened, his heart stopping for a moment. Begging? Crying? That couldn’t be true. He shook his head, disbelief flooding his features. "You’re lying," he spat, though his voice wavered. "I’d never—"

"You hardly remember a thing, do you?" Ryder shot back. "And if I were the bastard you think I am, I wouldn’t have had to do much."

Noah clenched the blanket tighter around his body, his breath quickening as anger surged through him. "You’re sick," he hissed, his voice filled with venom. "If you’re trying to scare me, it’s not going to work."

Ryder’s face darkened further, but instead of responding, he rose from the bed. He began dressing, the cold tension between them thickening with each passing second. Noah watched him, his stomach twisting with confusion, anger, and something he couldn’t quite place.

As Ryder buttoned his shirt, he glanced back at Noah, his voice cold and final. "Believe what you want. I don’t give a fuck," He ran a hand through his hair, grabbing his jacket before heading toward the door.

"I never want to see your face!" Noah’s chest heaved. He wanted to scream, to throw something, but he stayed frozen on the bed, clutching his head as it pounded with physical pain and emotional turmoil.

Just as Ryder reached the door, he paused, his back to Noah. "You were reckless last night. You’re lucky it was me last night. It could’ve been anyone else and could do worse," With that, he opened the door, stepping out without looking back.

The door clicked shut, and Noah sat there in stunned silence. His hands gripped his hair as he cursed under his breath, Ryder’s words replaying over and over in his mind. He couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it.

But the worst part was, he wasn’t sure if Ryder was lying.

"Damn him," Noah whispered through clenched teeth, his eyes burning with frustration as he collapsed back against the bed, overwhelmed by the confusion, the pain, and the bitter reality that things had changed between them in ways he hadn’t seen coming.

Noah sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts swirling with everything that had happened.

How was he supposed to explain all this to Ash? The last thing he wanted was to worry his friend, especially when Ash had his own issues to deal with.

After a moment of hesitation, Noah decided—he wouldn’t tell Ash. It was better this way. Less stress for everyone involved.

Pushing his personal turmoil aside, Noah dressed and headed to his company, only to find things in complete disarray. Elijah had taken everything from him and Ash just as Noah had feared. The company’s financials were a wreck, and his future in the business looked bleak. His manager approached him, looking anxious but somewhat hopeful.

"Sir," his manager started, "I’ve found someone who can help us out."

Noah glanced up from his paperwork, his exhaustion evident. "The lawyer? Or someone else."

The manager shook his head. "No, not a lawyer. A man. Someone powerful—just as powerful as Elijah."

That piqued Noah’s curiosity. His brow furrowed as he asked, "Who?"

The manager hesitated for a moment before answering, "Ryder. Ryder Hawthorne."

Noah’s breath hitched at the name, the memory of the night before rushing back. He swallowed hard, feeling a sudden tightness in his chest.

"Ryder?"