Chapter 39
I had never seen Hayden this angry before. In the past, even when he was furious, he would scold me at most and then walk away.
But this time was different. His normally calm and deep eyes were aflame with rage, combined with an urge I couldn’t quite understand. It reminded me of the only other time I’d seen that look–after he drank the drugged coffee.
For over ten years, Hayden had been calm and collected. But now, without any clear reason, he was acting like a different person. Why would this happen!
Suddenly, it clicked–he was talking about that thing. The way his body reacted made my cheeks flush, and my mind went blank. “I that’s not what I meant. Get off me.”
I tried to push him away, but my efforts were laughably weak against his strength, He felt like a wall–completely unmoving.
Then he spoke, his lips barely parting. “Yvonne.”
I stared at him, feeling lost and unsure. This was a side of him I didn’t recognize.
“Before you took me to the hospital that day, did we do it?” Hayden asked, his deep eyes boring into mine.
My breath caught in my throat. So many days had gone by, and why was he still fixated on this? I clenched my jaw, panic rising–could it be that he had figured something out?
If I refused to admit it, he couldn’t do anything After all, we were on the path to divorce, and he would be with Joanna anyway, Why complicate things any further!
“No” I spat the words sharply, avoiding his gaze. Finally, I mustered the strength to push against his chest. “Get off me.”
But Hayden didn’t budge. His eyes were locked onto mine, and that piercing look felt like it was reaching straight into my soul.
Eventually, I decided I had to take a different approach. I forced a seductive smile, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Hayden, whatever happened to the aloof guy who swore he’d never lay a finger on an
me? Looks like someone’s pretty eager now.”
As expected, he instantly jerked my hands away in disgust, eyebrows knitting together tightly.
I knew this tactic would work. Sitting up a little, I placed a hand on his jaw and leaned in close, whispering in his ear, “Is this how you treat Joanna
Thinking about him with Joanna stung, but I was surprisingly relieved. The heartache of the last year had finally freed me from my feelings for him. People changed, and I wasn’t the same person anymore.
I acted this way to make Hayden utterly repulsed by me and thus unleash his signature move of storming out. But I seemed to have miscalculated.
Hayden didn’t leave. Instead, he seemed almost possessed, grabbing my hand and pulling me closer. In an instant, our noses were just inches apart. His masculine energy filled the space between us, assertive and overpowering
“Do you think everyone is as deceitful as you?” He squinted at me, his expression dripping with contempt.
1 fel a lump rise in my throat, In his eyes, I must have been the absolute worst—a woman willing to do anything to get what she wanted. After ten years of love and loyalty, all I got in return was just his genuine disgust.
“Yeah, I’m unbearable. So why don’t you just let go of me I shot back, glaring at him, feeling sick just being near him. My stomach churned again.
Hayden seemed provoked. Instead of backing off, he pushed down on me with even more force. His heavy breathing brushed against my ear sending shivers down my spine.
“Trying to get a rise out of met Yvonne, that’s not going to work anymore. Besides, we’re married, right? What we’re doing isn’t that unusual for couples. Are you scared?” He said it with a mischievous grin that felt unsettling.
I suddenly realized that everything I thought I knew about Hayden was completely wrong. At that moment, he didn’t resemble the calm man I used to know. Instead, he came off as a domineering CEO
“You” I stammered, panic setting in. If he was serious, I couldn’t escape. But it was Hayden. Could he really mean this to me?
“Let go of me. We’re about to get a divorce. Don’t you dislike me? I scrambled for excuses, blurting out whatever came to mind without thinking in through.
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Chapter 39
In the struggle, Hayden–who had seemed gloomy just moments before–suddenly reached up to hold his head, pain etched across his face.
I was taken aback, completely confused. You… What’s happening?”
Hayden didn’t answer, but his furrowed brow told me he must have had a sudden headache. Why was it hitting him now?
Little did I know, that my forceful shoving would accidentally jog his memory and bring back some forgotten images from the past.
After the sudden pain, Hayden instinctively squeezed his eyes shut. In a daze, he could hear pained cries echoing in his mind, “Hayden, don’t please.”
A woman?‘ He tried to see her face clearly, but his vision was blurry, obscuring the truth. The more he focused, the more the pain intensified, as if his head might explode. He clutched his head, unable to bear the pain.
I watched in shock, remembering how he had been in a coma for so long after the car accident. Could this still be a lingering effect? Forgetting how bad he had just treated me, I quickly asked, “Are you okay!”
It was exactly my voice that overlapped with the voice echoing in Hayden’s mind. Suddenly, he froze, and the images in his mind sharpened.
“It was Yvonne, lying beneath me. Her face was stained with tears, begging me to stop, he thought, disbelief filling his voice as he asked. “It’s you?” “What? If it’s not me, who else could it be?” I was stunned. There were only two of us in this room, right?
Suddenly, Hayden grabbed my wrist, his voice nearly frantic, “Why did you lie to me?”
“What did I lie to you about? I shot back, completely confused by what he was talking about. Did I say something I shouldn’t have?
Hayden didn’t respond. Instead, he pressed his temples hard, lost in thought as if he were trying to dig up distant memories.
In his coma, a beautiful piano melody had drifted solily, a haunting tune he had never heard before. It was so lovely. With the maisie, he could almost hear a woman’s whisper. He couldn’t catch the words, but her voice was gentle and melodic.
He had tried hard to open his eyes, and through the haze, he thought he saw a woman in a white dress sitting at the piano, her long hair flowing like a waterfall. That silhouette felt so familiar.
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