Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24 We’re Still Married

Of course. He was probably here for Megan.

Bethan kept her composure as she passed him without a word.

Everything she’d said the night before-the threats to drag him through court, the vows to destroy him—had all been said in the heat of the moment.

No matter how much she hated him, she still had her parents and her younger brother to think of.

Hugh had her cornered. All she could do was lose control behind closed doors. In public, she was powerless.

Hugh silently watched her walk past him, then followed without a word.

He reached out and caught her wrist, pulling her gently back to him. “Bethan,” he said, his voice low. “We can argue all we want, but don’t forget—we’re still married.”

Bethan yanked her hand free. “Your precious Megan is probably waiting. You should go.”

Hugh glanced back at the hospital entrance, then at Bethan. 1/5

He didn’t explain. He just took her hand again and said. “I came to pick you up. Let’s go see your parents together,”

She stopped walking. Bethan knew exactly what that meant- this was his attempt at making peace,

Every time she got upset, he had a pattern-sent jewelry, delivered expensive gifts to her parents, or, like now,

volunteered to accompany her home and played the role of dutiful husband.

But an apology? Explanation? Those were never part of the deal.

Bethan’s expression didn’t change. “Don’t bother. My parents aren’t worth your effort.”

That hit a nerve. Hugh could tell she was lashing out, but he didn’t react.

Instead, he tightened his grip on her hand. “I already called Miranda. She made your favorite fish. I’ll have a couple of drinks with Vincent.”

Bethan was furious he had gone behind her back again, but she also didn’t want her parents waiting for nothing. So she bit down her anger and said nothing more.

As they walked past groups of pedestrians, Bethan caught the envious glances being thrown their way. She turned to glance at Hugh beside her.

He wore an impeccably tailored black suit, elegant and striking. Wherever he went, he drew attention without even trying.

Every time she came home for dinner with him, she’d cling to him like he was the center of her universe. If he was too busy to stay, she’d throw a fit or act spoiled until he gave in and came back to pick her up later.

But now, Bethan was poised and distant. She didn’t stick to him, didn’t insist he stay. She even told him to go back to work if he needed to.

That alone said everything. The couple sat in silent concern.

Bethan noticed their expressions and quickly leaned in to serve Hugh more food, trying to act warm and affectionate. She didn’t want her parents to worry. 4/5

Hugh ate calmly, accepting the gesture without comment.

He had been raised in the lap of luxury, a son of wealth and privilege. To him, this old apartment, with its cramped space and modest dining setup, was far from comfortable.

But Hugh was well-mannered and well-bred. He never showed disrespect in front of elders.

He stood and poured Vincent a glass of wine. “I heard this one’s not too strong. Give it a try. If you like it, I’ll bring more next time.”

Vincent gave Hugh the respect he always had. “You’re always busy with work. Don’t worry so much about us. It’s rare you’re here-eat more.”

Around Miranda and Vincent, Hugh was relaxed.