[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 82: I’ll be your side forever

My eyes watered as I reached out to him, hoping to ease the turmoil within him. My voice trembled as I spoke, "Please, Ash. Let me help you. You’re not alone in this. I’ll be by your side every step of the way. We need to find the cause of these episodes and face it together."

But he couldn’t hear me over his own cries and screams. His emotions were too overwhelming, his body shaking with anger and fear. He pushed me away, his eyes wild with panic. "No! Stop treating me like a child! Like some kind of crazy and a lunatic person! Just leave me alone!"

My heart ached at the sight of his pain, but I refused to give up on him. With determination, I pulled him close and led him back to our room in the ward. Despite his desperate struggles, I held onto him tightly, guiding him through the halls.

I couldn’t let him slip away from me. Despite his desperate struggles, I pulled him into my arms and guided him back to our ward. His thrashing and cries pierced through me, but I stayed focused. Inside the room, I gently sat him down on my lap, ignoring the concerned looks from the nurses. I sent them away, needing to be alone with him.

"Shh, it’s okay, Ash," His sobs wracked his small body as he clung to me, his tears staining my shirt. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as I whispered soothing words in his ear. Slowly, I rubbed circles on his back, hoping to ease some of his pain.

Leaning down, I pressed gentle kisses on his cheeks and eyes, hoping to bring some warmth and peace into his troubled mind. "Please don’t cry," I murmured against his cheeks, tears falling from my own eyes.

Gradually, his thrashing subsided, and he sank into my embrace, his sobs turning into quiet quite whimpers. His tears dampened my chest as he clung to me, his breathing still uneven. I continued to rub his back, whispering words of love and reassurance as I held him close.

As his sobs continued, I leaned in and pressed my lips gently to his, hoping to comfort him in the midst of his turmoil. The tears streamed down his face like a rushing river, but I held him close, my arms wrapped tightly around him.

At first, he was hesitant, his lips trembling against mine. But slowly, he began to respond, his hands reaching up to cup my face as our kiss deepened.

I kept the kiss gentle and reassuring, pouring all my love into each caress. My lips lingered on his, tracing every curve and crevice with tenderness. His cries eventually faded, replaced by quiet, trembling breaths that matched the rhythm of our kisses.

As he began to calm down, I continued to hold him close, our bodies pressed together in a warm embrace. With each kiss, I hoped to ease the weight of his troubles and replace it with the warmth of my love.

His response grew steadier, his body relaxing against mine as our kisses became more passionate. In this moment, there was nothing else but us.

And as I held him close, kissing away his fear and sadness, I could feel him melting into my arms. The warmth of my kisses and the steadiness of my embrace seemed to melt away his fears, leaving him calm and collected in my arms once again.

I gently cupped his face in my hands, feeling the heat of his skin under my fingertips. With a gentle touch, I brushed away the remnants of his tears, my heart aching at the sight of him in such distress.

"Ash," I pulled away and looked into his wet eyes, my voice soft but firm, "it hurts me to see you like this."

Leaning closer, I placed another tender kiss on his lips, trying to convey my deep sorrow and love through the simple touch. My heart swelled with emotion as I pressed another kiss against his trembling lips.

"I know this place feels dark and lonely," I continued, my voice filled with empathy, "but it’s only because you’re feeling scared right now. But please know that you’re not alone."

His eyes welled up once again, but there was a flicker of hope in them as he looked back at me. "I...I’m scared of living here," he admitted, his voice wavering with fear.

My heart ached at his words, and without hesitation, I pulled him closer to me in an embrace. "It pains me to hear that," I said, my own voice trembling with emotion. "But you know what you don’t have to face this alone."

I kissed him again, feeling the weight of our shared emotions in the touch of our lips. "How about this?" I suggested, my tone soothing and gentle. "I’ll move in here with you. I won’t be away from your side even for a second."

His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but I could see a glimmer of consideration in them. Encouraged by this small sign, I continued speaking in a calm and reassuring manner. "I’ll be here every day, every night, making sure you’re not alone. We’ll face this together."

He clung to me with a desperation that pulled at my heartstrings. His warm breath tickled my neck as he buried his face in it, his voice shaky but sincere. "Do you promise?"

I held him tightly, my arms encircling his trembling form. My heart swelled with love and tenderness for him. I pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head, reassuring him with my touch. "I promise, baby. I will stand by your side through everything."

His grip around me grew stronger, as if he were trying to hold on to my words and make them real. I could feel the weight of uncertainty being lifted off his shoulders as he clung to my promise.

As I held him in my arms, my mind raced with thoughts and unresolved questions. The details of that night—the night of the accident—still remained shrouded in mystery. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there were crucial elements still hidden, and it troubled me deeply.

I made a mental note to call Thomas later. He needed to reinvestigate the case. It was clear that many things were still undiscovered, and I was determined to uncover every last detail.

But for now, my priority was Ash and his well-being, so I pushed aside those lingering uncertainties and focused on being there for him in this moment of need.