Prisci couldn’t have sex for the first three months of her pregnancy, and after she had a miscarriage, she had to rest for almost a month. So Wesley hadn’t been with her for about four months, and he was feeling really worked up now.


    Her fair wrists were held down on the light blue pillow, with her hair spread all over the ce.


    Wesley’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as heced his fingers tightly with hers.


    Prisci struggled, trying to push him away.


    But to him, her little pushes felt like tickles, both on his body and in his heart. It was a weird mix of feelings that he couldn’t exin.


    She couldn’t break free, so she got mad and started cussing at him, trying to get him to leave. But he was being unusu- ally patient and gentle. He held her hand and guided it to him, covering her with endless kisses.


    Her voice grew hoarse from yelling, but she couldn’t fight off the strong feelings he was giving her.


    Though he had gone months without her and longed for the intimacy, he still held back for her sake.


    Even so, when it was over, she was too tired to curse Wesley for his shamelessness again. She just let him take her to the shower.


    After the shower, Prisci sankzily into the couch, her eyes still tinged with the afterglow of passion. She watched as Wesley, bare-chested and lean, changed the bedsheets. Little drops of water he hadn’t dried off dripped into the towel wrapped around his waist.


    He had always been great in bed.


    After the divorce, it’d be hard to find another guy willing to treat a girl like that.


    As the thought crossed her mind, Wesley leaned over and scooped her up, gently cing her on the freshly made bed.


    “You must be tired. Get some sleep,” he said, kissing her forehead and holding her close.


    Prisci was beat, but she couldn’t sleep.


    After what felt like a long time, she said softly, “I’ll move out soon.”


    She had started looking for a new ce with a real estate agent.


    Since they were getting divorced, there was no point in dragging things on. She didn’t want nights like tonight to hap- pen again.


    Wesley narrowed his eyes at her pale, expressionless face. Just a little while ago, they had been as close as two people could get.


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    She didn’t want it at first, but under his gentle force, she ended up enjoying it.


    He could still feel the lingering warmth in his body.


    And yet, here she was, saying something so cold.


    The warmth and sweetness from earlier quickly faded.


    “I told you, even if there’s only one day left, you’re still my wife.


    “Whether we divorce or not, it’s my call.”


    Wesley pulled back the covers and got out of bed. His deep, husky voice was cold as he said, “Good night. I’m going to the study.”


    Soon, Prisci heard the door click open and shut.


    The room felt emptier than ever.


    She closed her eyes, and slowly, tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes.


    Larissa hade back to the country, and Wesley could easily rekindle things with her. So why wouldn’t he agree to the divorce?


    Why did he even have sex with her?


    Why?


    This kind of life was making her even more miserable.


    In the second half of the night, she finally fell asleep, her pillow damp with tears.


    When Prisci woke up the next day, Wesley had gone on a business trip.


    On her phone was a message from him, telling her to eat on time and take her medicine.


    He was being caring, like nothing had happened the night before when he went to sleep in the study because he was


    mad.


    Prisci put down her phone, feeling kind of annoyed.


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