[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 66: My dear husband

Ash’s pov ;

Elijah’s intense gaze landed on the staff member, causing her to freeze in fear and surprise. Her eyes widened, and she stumbled backward, stammering out an apology while her face turned red in humiliation. "S-sir, I-"

"Shut up," he snapped extremely brutally, his voice laced with fury as he cut her off. She flinched at his harsh tone, but tried to explain herself again.

However, Elijah wasn’t having it. "You have some nerve, saying those things. Do you even know who you’re speaking to?"

I was taken aback by Elijah’s sudden loss of temper. The girls standing next to me visibly trembled with fear.

The rude girl who had been glaring at me before now shook her head furiously, desperately trying to apologise. "S-sir, I didn’t mean it, I-I-"

"I don’t care what you meant," Elijah interrupted coldly. "I’ve heard enough. Call your manager. Right now."

The girl hesitated for a moment before scurrying away, her face pale and shaken. The other girl who had attempted to intervene bowed deeply in front of us.

"I’m so sorry," she murmured, her voice trembling with fear and regret. "I didn’t think she would say something like that. Please forgive us."

Elijah’s gaze hardened as he glared at them. "The one you should apologise to is my partner," he said, gesturing towards me. "And not me."

I was rendered speechless by the whole situation. The girl’s eyes filled with tears as she continued to bow deeply, apologising over and over again. Despite feeling shocked and disoriented myself, I couldn’t help but feel sympathy towards her - she seemed genuinely remorseful and just trying to do her job.

Soon enough, the rude girl returned accompanied by a man who appeared to be the manager. He gave us a quick bow before addressing Elijah with a look of confusion and worry on his face.

"Good evening, Sir. What seems to be the problem?" he asked cautiously, trying to diffuse the tense atmosphere.

Elijah wasted no time explaining the situation, his face still flushed with anger and disgust. His voice carried a sharp edge as he addressed the manager. "What kind of staff are you hiring here?" he demanded, his tone dripping with disdain. "Do you have any idea how unacceptable this is?"

The manager’s expression was one of panic and he scrambled to placate Elijah. "I apologise, sir. This is not how we treat our guests."

But Elijah wasn’t satisfied. "She accused my husband of being some kind of mistress," he continued with a heated glare. "She insulted him and made disgusting assumptions. Is this how you treat people here?"

My heart skipped a beat at Elijah’s words, the word ’husband’ ringing in my ears. He had said it with such confidence and pride, something that seemed impossible just a month ago when he warned me to keep our relationship hidden from everyone. Yet here he was, defending me and claiming me as his husband in front of everyone.

"I’m deeply sorry, sir," the manager stammered, his face contorted in horror. "We’ll take immediate action."

Elijah’s eyes blazed with determination. "You’d better," he warned sternly. "And make sure she knows never to speak to anyone like that again. If I hear anything else, I’ll make sure this place never sees the light of day."

The manager nodded frantically. "Yes, sir. Of course, sir. Again, we’re deeply sorry. I’m ready to compensate you for the trouble."

Turning to address the staff, his voice was firm and unwavering. "I could fire you for this," he stated flatly, meeting each employee’s gaze directly. "If that’s what our guest wants."

Before I could fully process everything that was happening, I quickly stepped in. My voice was shaky but resolute as I spoke, "No, please don’t fire her," I pleaded. "She just needs to understand the impact of her words."

Elijah turned his gaze to me, his expression softening even more at my actions. "Ash, you don’t have to..." he began.

But I cut him off with a shake of my head. "It’s fine," I assured him, mustering as much confidence as I could. "I just want to enjoy our evening." I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone losing their job because of me.

The manager nodded, looking visibly relieved. "Thank you for your understanding," he said with a slight bow. "I assure you, this will not happen again."

As the rest of the staff filed out of the room, Elijah turned to me, his previously imposing demeanour melting away as soon as our eyes met. "I am so sorry that you had to go through that," he groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Fucking hell! This is not how I wanted our night to go. I wanted everything to be perfect and comfortable for you."

"It’s okay," I reassured him, trying to sound calm despite the lingering tension in the air. "You don’t need to worry about me."

"I know, but I still feel terrible." He let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his temples. When he turned back to me, his expression was serious and determined. He cupped my cheek gently in his hand. "You are my husband, and no one has the right to disrespect you. Especially not some ignorant employee. I may not be perfect, if anything I’m the worst of them all, but when I say you’re my husband, I mean it with all my heart now. I want everyone to know it. I want everyone to know that you are the most important person in my life."

I was speechless. This was the last thing I expected from him. The intensity of his words caught me off guard and left me in a state of shock. It was rare for Elijah to speak so openly and passionately.

I knew he was impulsive and didn’t think much before acting, but the way he spoke now felt different. There was a sense of resolution and finality in his voice, as if he had made this decision long ago and was finally revealing it to the world.

It almost felt like a dream.

But at the same time, it also felt like a nightmare.

I had no idea how to react or what to do.

His declaration was overwhelming. It was too much, too soon.

Feeling a lump form in my throat and tears threatening to spill from my eyes, I blinked rapidly, trying to hold them back.

Elijah reached out and gently wiped away the single tear that had escaped. At that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder how many times I had daydreamed about him calling me "husband," or how it would feel for him to publicly declare our relationship in front of his friends. How would it feel to be treated with love and respect by him in front of others?

But fate had other plans for us. Our marriage was the grandest event of the year, but it remained a secret hidden from the world’s prying eyes. Despite our commitment, we signed a deal to never divulge the details of our relationship.

It wasn’t that I wanted to keep us hidden from the world, but Elijah was adamant about it. He feared the impact on his business and my acting career. But deep down, I knew his true reason - he wasn’t ready for everyone to know about us yet.

I understood his fears and never pushed for more. We went along with the deal, keeping our love confined to private moments.

And now, as I hear him say these words in front of a crowd, a twinge of anguish washes over me. What if we had chosen differently? Would things be different between us?

A wave of emotions crashes over me - sadness for lost time, regret for missed opportunities, and joy for finally being able to call him mine in public.

Uncontrollable tears stream down my face, and I can do nothing but surrender to them. Elijah wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. His warmth envelops me, soothing me like a gentle breeze on a summer day.

I cry into his chest, the wetness seeping through his shirt. But in this moment, everything else fades away as I am held firmly in his embrace, finding solace in his steady heartbeat and comforting words.

"Hey," he whispers softly, wiping away my tears with his thumb. "Why are you crying? Is it because of what she said?"

His words break the dam within me, and I let out all my pent-up emotions in sobs. Elijah holds me tight throughout it all, anchoring me in the storm of my feelings.

With my head against his chest and his arms wrapped around me protectively, I find peace in his temporary embrace.

Elijah’s voice was a soothing balm in the midst of my tears. His hand, soft and gentle, stroked my hair as he whispered comforting words to me. "I’ve got you," he murmured. "You’re safe with me." The warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his voice calmed my sobs and steadied my breathing.

Gently, he sat me down on a nearby chair, crouching down to my level. His eyes searched mine, filled with concern and regret. "Ash, talk to me," he pleaded. "Do you want to leave? I can take you somewhere else. I know I’ve messed up, but please, tell me how to make this better." His voice trembled with desperation.

"Why are you suddenly so caring?" I grumbled, the words spilling out in a rush. "Why now, when I’ve finally made up my mind to leave? You’re making it so hard for me."

Pain flashed across his face. He reached out and wiped away my tears with a tenderness that made my heart ache even more. "Because I can’t bear to see you like this," he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to my wet cheek. "I’m sorry, Ash. Truly sorry."

I weakly hit his shoulder, more out of frustration than anger. "You know the rules," I reminded him, my voice quivering. "No kissing allowed."

He chuckled softly, though it sounded more like a choked sob. "Yes, I remember," he said, enfolding me in a tight hug. "But I can’t resist when you look so cute."

Through tear-blurred vision, I looked at him. Why did he have to be so kind now? Why did he make it so difficult for me to stick to my decision to leave? His warmth, his sincerity – they were chipping away at my resolve, making it harder and harder to stay angry with him.

My nose was stuffy from crying, and I sniffed loudly as I looked up at him. "I can’t believe you rented the whole place," I whined, my voice trembling with emotion. "If we leave, they’ll suffer the consequences."

"Who cares?" he answered, his gaze steady and unwavering as he looked deep into my eyes. "You are the most important person in my life. They were just stupid employees who have no right to judge you."

His hand reached out, gently wiping away the remaining tears on my cheeks. His touch was tender and comforting, like a warm embrace. I couldn’t help but wonder how someone could be so caring, sweet, and thoughtful. He seemed like a completely different person from his usual self. But I found myself liking this version of him even more.

He pulled me closer into his arms, and I wrapped mine around him, seeking solace in his warmth.

"Let’s go inside," he said softly after a few minutes, taking my hand and leading me towards the door. "It’s almost time."

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He grinned mischievously and pinched my cheeks playfully. "For your surprise, silly."