The Night I Asked for Divorce, He Lost Control
Language: en
The night I asked for a divorce, I walked into his room wearing lingerie. He didn’t hesitate—one hand pinned my wrist above my head, the other slid slowly down my waist, deliberate, possessive. I was forced against him, fully aware of how his body reacted, unmistakably. He lowered his head and bit my earlobe. I hooked my leg around his ankle and pulled him closer. Then he stopped. He looked at me, desire bare in his eyes, and said, “Do you know what this means?” 01 I had been in a contract marriage with Noah Thorne, the incubus CEO, for three years without any real relationship. The…