[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 60: Is this karma?

Elijah’s pov ;

Nestled in the heart of the Canadian Rockies, lies Lake Louise, a breathtaking destination known for its crystal clear blue waters and breathtaking mountain views. As we arrived at our private resort, owned by myself, the sweltering heat of home seemed like a distant memory. The staff greeted us with warm smiles and familiar faces.

Upon entering our luxurious chalet, Ash immediately made his way to the bathroom, likely eager to freshen up after our long journey. I took a moment to ensure everything was in order before approaching the bustling workers who were busy arranging our luggage and accommodations.

"You all can take some time off now," I declared, making it clear that we would be staying for an extended period and didn’t need constant assistance. "Just make sure everything is set up for us, and we’ll take care of the rest."

The staff nodded gratefully, finishing up their tasks before one of the senior workers caught my attention. "What’s the most romantic spot for couples around here?" I asked eagerly, wanting to plan something special for Ash during our stay here.

A knowing smile spread across his face, drawing my attention to the crinkles around his eyes. "There’s a hidden gem of a night view spot that’s quite popular among tourists. It’s especially stunning during sunset, with hues of orange and pink painting the sky. To reach it, you can take the winding road up the mountain, surrounded by lush greenery and breathtaking views. And if you’re in need of relaxation, there’s a private sauna just a stone’s throw away. It’s the perfect way to unwind after a long day."

I nodded eagerly, already imagining Ash soaking in the warm waters of the sauna and taking in the panoramic views from the night view spot. "Thank you for the recommendations."

He gave a small bow before excusing himself to attend to his duties.

Pulling out my phone, I began searching for a good movie. After noting down a few options, I began researching the best restaurants in the area for a romantic dinner. But as I read through countless reviews and menus, a sense of unease started to creep over me.

What else could...we do? I pondered silently. A spa day? A leisurely hike? Perhaps we could even rent a boat and cruise along the lake? Fuck, I’m so bad at this!

An embarrassed flush crept onto my cheeks as I realized how inexperienced I was in planning dates.

My gaze drifted towards the bathroom door where Ash was, my thoughts consumed by memories of our past. He was just 19 when we got married. In all our time together, I wondered if he had ever truly experienced the simple joys of youth. Going on carefree dates, watching movies, or even having a spontaneous night out.

A pang of guilt washed over me. It was as if I had robbed him of his youthful years, his chance at a normal dating life. While other people his age were out exploring the world, making mistakes and finding themselves, he was bound to me and my tantrums.

Elijah, what have you done? I thought, a heavy sadness weighing on my heart. You’ve taken so much from him.

I wanted to make up for that lost time, to give him the experiences he deserved. But how could I do that when I didn’t even know where to start? I felt so out of my depth.

Planning dates and outings seemed so difficult compared to my office work.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to keep things simple. We could start with the movie in a theater then a romantic dinner at one of the lakeside restaurants. Maybe a boat ride on the lake after. And I’d figure out the rest as we went along.

With my plan in mind, I placed my phone aside and began meticulously arranging the bedroom, ensuring that every detail was perfect for our vacation. The soft glow of candles added a warm ambiance to the room, casting gentle shadows on the cozy bedspread and plush pillows.

I didn’t want Ash to feel any stress during our time together here. This was meant to be a relaxing escape for both of us.

Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door creak open and I turned to see him emerging. My eyes immediately locked onto him as he stood in the doorway, freshly showered and completely naked.

My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight before me. Droplets of water glistened on his skin, emphasizing his slim and lean figure. His dark hair was slicked back against his forehead, giving him an effortlessly sexy appearance. His eyes widened with surprise as they met mine.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. He was like a masterpiece on display, each inch of his body demanding my attention and igniting a fire within me. Desire surged through me, overpowering any other thoughts or distractions as I took in the sight before me.

The sound of my name on his lips snapped me out of the daydream I had been lost in. My eyes refocused and landed on him, his cheeks flushed with a shade of deep red. A slow smile spread across my face as I took in his bashful yet alluring appearance.

"Elijah," he called out again, breaking through the peaceful sounds around us. "Stop staring, you pervert."

A sluggish smile spread across my face. "How am I a pervert? It’s not like I haven’t seen everything before."

He blushed deeply, a rosy hue spreading across his cheeks. His bashfulness only made him more irresistible in my eyes. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, so vulnerable yet so bewitching.

"It’s different right now," he mumbled, turning away slightly as he reached for a towel, my hungry and shameless following his every move.

I couldn’t help but take a step closer towards him, drawn to his shy demeanor. "Different how?"

He wrapped the towel around his waist, his movements quick and flustered. "Just...different," he hushed out, avoiding my gaze.

I chuckled, closing the distance between us. My hands itched to touch all over him. "Different in a good way or bad?"

His blush spread across his neck and settled into his cheeks, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It wasn’t a rare sight to see him so flustered, but I relished in the moment anyway.

"Shut up, Elijah," he huffed, avoiding my gaze.

"Why are you suddenly so bashful?" I grinned mischievously, closing the space between us and pulling him closer. I looked into his eyes, but he turned away. "It only makes me want to tease you more."

"I’m not shy," he muttered defensively, but his body betrayed him. His muscles tensed under my touch as it suddered under my gaze and touch.

"Oh? Then why is your heart beating so fast?" I leaned in and whispered in his ear, relishing the way his breath hitched. "I have planned a special date for you."

He pulled back in surprise. "A date? But why?" He pushed gently on my chest, creating some distance between us as he walked towards the bed. There was something off about him ever since we arrived here. He seemed alert and guarded, keeping both mental and physical distance from me. "Don’t you hate things like this? You used to say dates were a waste of time. So why are you suddenly interested?"

The words didn’t just slip out of his mouth, they were flung at me like a weapon. His accusing tone and doubtful eyes cut through me, causing me to doubt my own intentions and feelings. But I couldn’t blame him. After all, I’m the reason of him being like this.

How should I respond to this? Should I confess the truth about how I was changing for him, how I realized my love for him? But no, that would only push him further away. He doesn’t trust me enough to believe my declarations of love right now.

"I mean, we’re on vacation, right? So why not?" I forced a smile, trying to mask the disruption inside me. He pursed his lips and studied me for a brief moment before turning away and beginning to get dressed.

I yearned for his response, so when he glanced back at me with a deep frown, I must have looked funny in my desperation.

"What’s wrong?" His voice was soft now, concern laced within it.

"Nothing," I replied hoarsely, clearing my throat. But he gave me a skeptical look and turned away once again without pressing for more information.

No, no, this wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. Don’t turn away from me. I wanted an answer, needed one.

With shaky breaths and trembling hands, I mustered the courage to ask again. "So, should I take your silence as a yes?"

He slowly turned his head to look at me, conflicting emotions swirling in his eyes. Suspended in that moment, I held my breath, waiting anxiously for his response.

"You know, there were times when I used to beg you for a date," he began, his voice tinged with bitterness. "But you always refused. Why are you suddenly so interested now? I don’t mean to be rude, but I really don’t feel like going anywhere. I’m too exhausted now. All I want is some rest."

My heart sank at his words, but I tried to hide my disappointment as best as I could. But his sharp ears didn’t miss it though, and he looked at me with an almost casual expression.

"I think I’m just gonna call it a day," he declared, sinking onto the bed and pulling the covers over himself.

"Are you sure?" I asked one last time, hoping against hope that he would change his mind.

But all he gave was a muffled reply from under the blankets. Disappointment flooded through me, washing away any remaining shred of hope.

I stood there for a while longer, desperately wishing that he would change his mind and choose to spend time with me instead. But he remained motionless and silent, and eventually I had no choice but to accept the crushing pain of rejection settling in my chest. It felt like an invisible weight pressing down on my heart, making it difficult to even breathe.

I could feel the hurt and disappointment seeping into my voice. "I’ll be in the living room then," I said quietly, fighting the tight ache in my chest.

I turned towards the door, but something compelled me to turn back and steal one last look at him. His eyes were closed, but I could tell he wasn’t fully asleep yet.

I took a few steps towards the door, but my feet felt heavy and uncooperative. My gaze drifted back to him and I found myself changing directions. Slowly, I shed my clothes and stepped into a hot shower, letting the water wash away the tension and frustration of the day. Steam filled the bathroom, creating a hazy atmosphere as I emerged feeling rejuvenated.

I made my way back to bed, sliding in beside him with care so as not to disturb his slumber.

I quietly allowed myself to admire his sleeping face- the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath, the relaxed expression on his stunning face.

My fingers reached out to trace the outlines of his face, lingering on his cheek and feeling how soft his skin was. "Don’t worry," I whispered softly into the darkness, knowing he couldn’t hear me. "I’ll try again tomorrow."