[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 75: He is mine

Ash’s pov ;

As we made our way back to our room after a satisfying dinner, I followed Elijah’s lead. He moved with ease, his steps confident and sure. When we arrived at the door, he turned to me with a gentle smile and helped me inside. As he prepared to wash up, I sat on the bed, feeling both content and uneasy.

"So, how was your day?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant despite the tightness in my chest.

Elijah began talking about his meetings, his words flowing smoothly as he detailed negotiations, contracts, and business strategies. With each passing moment, I found myself admiring his professionalism and composure. But then he mentioned Vanessa. My ears perked up at the name.

"...and then I had a dinner meeting with Vanessa. We discussed the new project timeline and it was crucial to solidify our plans..."

At the mention of her name, a flash of jealousy shot through me. I tried to keep it hidden, but my emotions were betraying me. The thought of him sitting across from her over a meal made my stomach churn.

"So, you had dinner with her?" I asked again just to make sure that I heard it correctly. Did he enjoy her company?

Elijah’s footsteps came to a halt and he turned to face me with a weird expression. His dark eyes seemed to be searching for something in my own, as if trying to gauge my reaction. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, causing my heart to race with anticipation.

"Yes, but it was just an act," he made sure, walking over to me. With gentle hands, he cupped my face, his thumb tracing a path along my cheekbone. "I didn’t actually eat because I wanted to have dinner with you. It was all for show, just some professional obligation."

His words were meant to reassure me, but I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of insecurity.

"Really?" I whispered with doubt and jealousy swirling in my mind, conflicting with a desperate desire for reassurance.

But then Elijah’s gaze softened and he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against mine. "Really. You mean more to me than any business meeting or pretence. All I could think about while dining with her was coming home to you."

I wanted to believe him, to let go of the nagging doubts, but it wasn’t easy. Still, his touch and words brought a measure of comfort and I nodded slowly, allowing myself to bask in his warmth.

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I thought I could let it slide. I really did. But despite his promises and assurances, the pattern continued. Elijah would always claim he’d be home early, only to arrive late every night. And the reason was always the same: Vanessa. Her name became a constant presence in our conversations and even though Elijah sounded annoyed by her constant interruptions, he never seemed to truly grasp what she was doing- or how it made me feel.

But I did. I understood these small excuses, these subtle manipulations. Vanessa knew exactly what she was doing. Making him late every day, lingering a little too long, leaving traces of her perfume on his clothes. These were the cheap tricks of someone trying to stake her claim. I’ve seen it before, the way some people think they can wear down someone’s defenses with persistence, with little acts that seem innocent but are anything but.

Sometimes, when Elijah would finally come home, I could smell her on him. That subtle, floral scent that wasn’t mine. It made my blood boil. I wanted to push anyone away who tried to get close to Elijah, to mark my territory and make sure they knew he was mine.

My thoughts turned dark. I imagined what I could do to keep him. To ensure he only had eyes for me. I envisioned confronting Vanessa, making it clear that she should stay away. But I knew that wouldn’t work. I had to be smarter, more cunning. I needed to find a way to make Elijah see what she was doing, to make him understand that she was trying to come between us.

Every night, I lay in bed, feeling the tension between us grow. Elijah, oblivious, thinking he was just dealing with a difficult colleague. Me, knowing exactly what was happening, but feeling helpless to stop it. I wanted to scream, to tell him to wake up and see the truth. But instead, I stayed silent, biding my time, waiting for the right moment to act.

As I watched him sleep, my mind raced with thoughts of how to protect what was mine. Elijah is mine, and I wouldn’t let anyone take him away from me. No matter what it took.

Until I decide to leave Elijah, no one else could have him. If anyone dared to get too close, I would make sure they regretted it. I fantasized about ways to make Vanessa disappear from his life. Maybe an anonymous tip to the higher-ups about her behavior, or a staged scandal that would ruin her reputation. I could make her life so difficult she would have no choice but to leave.

I even considered more drastic measures. What if I sabotaged her car? A little accident that would keep her out of work for a while. Or perhaps something more permanent. The thought made my heart race with a sick excitement. I shook my head, trying to dispel the darkness, but it clung to me like a shadow.

I wanted to see her suffer, to see her realize she could never have what is mine. The idea of her in pain, of her knowing I was the one who orchestrated it all, gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction. I knew it was wrong, but the more I thought about it, the less I cared. All that mattered was keeping Elijah.

Elijah would be mine, even if I had to become a monster to ensure it. The darkness inside me whispered that it was worth it, that love was worth any price. And I believed it.

But then suddenly, Elijah pulled me close in his sleep unconsciously. I flinched, finally snapping back to reality. What was I thinking? No, I shouldn’t become the same emotionless person I was during my childhood. The thoughts that had just raced through my mind scared me. I shook my head profusely, trying to dispel the darkness that had crept in me for a moment.

I buried my face in Elijah’s chest, seeking some of his warmth, hoping it would ground me. That’s why I was always attracted to him. Elijah had a way of making my chaotic thoughts stop, of making me feel human again. With him, I didn’t feel like a monster.

His influence on me is undeniable and he’s not even aware of it. He made me feel safe, cherished, and seen. In his arms, the world seemed less hostile, and the shadows in my mind retreated. I could feel his steady heartbeat against my cheek, a reminder that there was goodness and stability in my life.

I closed my eyes, letting the rhythm of his breathing calm me. His comforting touch, even in his sleep, was gentle and reassuring. It was as if he knew I needed comfort, even without me saying a word. I sighed, feeling the tension slowly drain from my body.

He had always had this effect on me. He could make the darkest thoughts fade away, replacing them with a sense of peace and belonging. It was why I had fallen for him in the first place. No matter how turbulent my emotions became, Elijah was my anchor.

I couldn’t allow myself to become consumed by jealousy and anger. Elijah deserved better than that. I deserved better than that. I needed to hold on to the warmth and love he provided, to use it as a shield against the malicious trying to take over me.

As I drifted off to sleep, I vowed to be better, to trust Elijah and our bond.

But the next morning, my resolve was tested once again. As the sun rose, revealing a new day, Elijah had already left with promises of returning soon. But as the hours dragged on and his absence lingered, my patience began to wear thin. The desire to see for myself what was occupying so much of his time became overwhelming.

I couldn’t bear to sit idle any longer. With a determined heart and mind, I decided to take matters into my own hands and surprise him at his office. It would be the perfect opportunity to observe and understand why Vanessa held such a tight grip on his attention. What exactly she’s up to?

I decided to get back as his personal secretary. It seemed like the perfect excuse to be close to him once again.

Finally arriving at his office building, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for whatever lay ahead. With each step towards his office, my determination grew stronger and my curiosity burned brighter. Nothing could stop me from showing everyone that he already belongs to someone.

And that someone is me.