Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 266

He hasn’t denied it.

“So you were sleeping, other women. Then there must be other than her, your friendly friend Muxin then,” My palms find my face as the tears start again, a massive hole punched straight through my stomach.

He joins me on the floor, clenching my arms, shaking me.

“Babe, no. Please listen to me. They meant nothing. I was falling in love with you and you are my one and only wife. I knew I would hurt you but I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he explained frantically.

“You said you couldn’t do it to me. You forgot to add again. You should have said you couldn’t do it to me again,” I say,

“I just didn’t want to hurt you,” he whispers.

My defeated face comes up.

“So to remedy that, you had other women than me?” My stomach is turning. I can’t breathe.

“How many them?” I blurt.

“Babe, please don’t. I hate myself,” He says guiltily.

“To say that I hate you too!” I cry, my shoulders jerking as I sob relentlessly.

“And there must more before you married to me right? Am I right?” I ask frantically.

“Babe, why are you not listening to me?” He asks.

“Yes, I am, and I don’t like what I’m going hearing anymore!” I scramble to my feet, but he grabs my waist to prevent me from walking away.

He rests his forehead on my stomach, and I watch through my hazy vision as his shoulders start jerking.

“I’m sorry. I love you. Please, I beg you, don’t leave me. You are the only one who I married to, please,” He begs.

“What?” I cry.

We’ve not even spoken about the subject at hand yet, and I’m already balancing on the edge of a complete breakdown.

This is information overload. This is the death blow.

“I don’t think I can continue living with someone who I don’t understand after all,” I utter the words quietly through my heaves and feel him sag before me on a sharp intake on the breath.

“I thought our marriage only just two of us forever,�� My voice is trembling.

“But you’ve destroyed me again, Feng Teng. Good thing that I found this earlier. Let get us divorce,” I say in grief.

“NO! Never! Babe, please. I was a mess. I lost control. I thought I could fight you out of my head,” He rejects frantically.

“Huh? Just by getting pissed and sleeping with other women, like that?” I grate.

“I didn’t know what to do,” he says quietly.

“You could just have talked to me,” I say.

“No, you would have run away from me again,” He says.

“All of the apologies you’ve been giving me were because your conscience was eating away at you. You’ve lied to me every time. Every time I think we’ve made progress, more bombshells coming to me. I can’t cope with this anymore, at last, I don’t know who is you anymore,” I say.

“Babe, you do know me,” He looks up at me with pleading eyes.

“I’ve f.u.c.k.i.e.d up. I’ve f.u.c.k.i.e.d up, but no one knows me better than you, no one. Please,” He pleads.

“Muxin might do more. She seems to know you very well and other women too, maybe a lot women of yours do know you,” I say with zero emotion.

He collapses onto his heels and drops his head.

“Babe, I’ve let you down. I only wanted a drink, but I promised you I wouldn’t, and I know what’s likely to happen if I do,” He says.

I wince at his admission.

“By having another woman with you, like that?” I ask.

“Yes,” He answer.

“I’m very terrified when thinking that you’re going to be taken away from me,” he confesses.

My stomach joins my heart in my throat. The lump in my throat grows further.

“So you ask that woman who I despise a lot, a woman who wants to take you away from me all along, to sleeping with you. Is it?” I roar at him.

He frowns as he looks up to me.

“No babe. Muxin doesn’t want to take me away from you,” He denies.

I shake my head in frustration.

“It is yes, and she does! You doing this to yourself is agony for me. Don’t you see that you are punishing me too, by sleeping with her? I’m your, wife, I do have a feeling and instinct of woman,” I’m desperate for him to see this.

“I love you, despite all of the shit you keep landing on me, but I can’t watch you do this to our marriage and we are just got married. And you already goes to another woman when you’re upset. Lol.” I laugh coldly.

“Don’t leave me, no way we going to divorce, NO!” He grinds the words out, reaching up and grabbing at my hands.

“I’ll die before I’m without you, babe. Please no!” He pleads.

“Ha.Ha. Don’t say that,” I shout at him.

“That’s crazy talk ever,” I despise him.

He yanks me back down to my knees.

“Yes. It’s not crazy. That is a nightmare if I had you leave. Just like that gone. It gave me a clue of what it would be like living without you,” He’s in such a state.

“My wife, it killed me. Not just thinking to have a divorce with you,” He says.

His repeated apologies in his sleep make sense now. I left him in his dream because I found out about the other women.

“If I left, it would be because I can’t watch you have another woman besides you, especially behind my back. Just remember the scene happened before me, my heart feeling like being stabbed for more hundred times,” I say soulless.

“Babe, you never understand how much I have loved you. Please say no,” He reaches for my face, and I pull away.

That statement just makes me fuming mad.

“Let me touch you,” he demands, trying to grab at me.

He’s becoming frantic and panicked and it’s ripping my insides out.

“I do understand because I feel the same as you did!” I yell.

“Even though you’ve hurt me over completely, I still f.u.c.k.i.n.g love you and I f.u.c.k.i.n.g hate myself for it. So don’t you dare tell me I don’t understand!” I shout at him.

“It’s not possible,” He grasps the tops of my arms and pulls me forward on a hiss.

“Yes! It’s just not f.u.c.k.i.n.g possible!’ His voice is severe.

Slowly, I let him pull me into his chest and smother me, but I can’t even put my arms around him. I’m emotionally drained and completely numb. My strong, dominant husband is reduced to a frightened, desperate soul. Now I want my fierce husband back.

After awhile;

“Hmm, I’m going to get something to clean you up with,” I struggle from his fighting arms.

“Please, I need to clean you up,” I demand.

“Please promise that you won’t walk away from me,” He begs.

I break free and stand myself up.

“Hmm, I said I would never leave you. I meant it,” I turn and leave him on his knees, walking from his office in a complete daze.

I’m not going to get anything to clean his back up. The trace of another woman on his, it’s killing my eyes a lot. There is only one way I can get him to comprehend that I understand how he feels. And if that’s what it takes, then I’ll do it.