Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1807

After sending that message, she crashed into bed and, to her own amazement, actually fell asleep this time.

Insomnia had been her unwanted companion for too long. Each sleepless night, her mind would wander back to the day at the hospital when Listina ruthlessly burst her bubble of truth.

She remembered herself, hiding out in the suburb like a coward, and then the downfall of the Miller family business. The media went into a frenzy over Abner's long-ago hit-and-run and the emergence of Felix, the enigmatic newcomer.

These thoughts brought on a headache so severe, she couldn't find rest. But after chatting with Nathan, sleep came sweetly and uninterrupted.

She didn't stir until six in the morning. Shifting in bed, she felt the presence of someone else. Opening her eyes, she found Felix getting dressed in his suit.

He must have just returned home, his gaze fixed on her, unblinking. He meant to explain, but Carol closed her eyes again within three seconds.

Felix finished with his suit, yanked the covers off her, and kissed her with such force that her lips felt raw and bruised.

He was relentless, claiming her mouth as his own, leaving her breathless and pushing him away in a reflex.

He paused, staring down at her for a moment before moving his kisses to her neck, sucking hard enough to mark her skin visibly.

Pain shot through Carol, but her hands were pinned above her head.

"Let go!"

Lately, all Felix seemed to talk about was where she was or where she was going. All she ever seemed to say was, "let go."

But he never did; just did whatever pleased him. There was a rogue streak in Felix, a man bold enough to gamble with loan sharks couldn't be all that upright. Any innocence he once had was just an act.

Carol felt powerless, especially in moments like these. She knew he was angry again, but he had no right - after all, he was the one who hadn't come home. What did he have to be angry about?

She looked disgruntled; before she could react, she was lifted by him, and he started rubbing against her.

She curled in pain, her back arched, but a hand pressed it down with force.

Previously, when he sought revenge, he would blindfold her. Now, he usually came at her from behind, forcefully.

Carol couldn't fathom his intentions and didn't care to. Felix's suit was immaculate, except for a slight dishevelment of his trousers.