Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Welcome Home, Mrs. Cavill

His words struck like blades, each one slicing through her

heart.

Pain choked her, stealing her breath.

Hugh loomed over her, his gaze cold as he studied her gaunt, exhausted face, devoid of warmth.

He offered no comfort, no hand to lift her.

They weren’t husband and wife in that moment-just opponents across a battle line.

His voice was flat, devoid of feeling. “Bethan, we’re adults. Every choice has a cost.”

He went on, “If you’re so hell-bent on spitting on me that you’d abandon your aging parents and teenage brother, trading ten years in prison for your freedom, I won’t stop you.”

Bethan struggled to her feet, trembling as she staggered15 toward him.

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Now, he was only a stranger without mercy.

Her voice broke, barely a whisper. “Hugh, are you a monster?”

They’d known each other for over twenty years.

Even if love had faded, she’d believed some bond remained.

But now, he was cornering her with ruthless precision, leaving no air to breathe.

Hugh stood tall, his demeanor cool and aristocratic. “Bethan, we’ve been married three years, and I’ve never shortchanged you. There’s no need for this drama.”

His words ignited her fury.

Bethan grabbed his shirt collar, eyes blazing. “You cheated, schemed against me, and forced me to protect your mistress, even hurting my brother in the process. And you call that not shortchanging me?”

Hugh’s tone was maddeningly dismissive. “If you hadn’t Buched for divorce, none of this would’ve happened.’20:15

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betrayed by my husband? I deserve all of this?”

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A flicker of impatience crossed Hugh’s face. “It’s not betrayal-it’s my past. You’re my wife. You should accept

it.”

Bethan pounded his chest, her voice raw. “Why the hell should I?”

In one swift move, Hugh seized her waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“You chose to marry me,” he said, his voice low, unyielding. “You wanted me, so you take all of me.”

Bethan thrashed in his grip. “If I’d known you loved another woman, I’d have died before marrying you!”

Hugh’s hold tightened, refusing to let her break free.

His voice was ice. “Bethan, you’ve got no choice. Accept it and stay with me, or go to prison and think it over in the next ten years.”

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Hugh flinched but didn’t let go, his arms tightening around her as she bit down, letting her vent her rage.

Gradually, the room fell silent.

The tension in Hugh’s shoulders eased, and Bethan’s body began to slump.

He held her tightly as she sagged, softly calling her name. “Bethan.”

There was no response. Only then did he realize she’d fainted.

Scooping her up, he carried her to the bedroom and dialed the family doctor.

The doctor arrived quickly, diagnosing low blood sugar and emotional overload as the cause of her collapse.

He administered a glucose injection and left.

Hugh turned off all the lights, leaving only the soft glow of a bedside lamp.

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Hugh leaned against the headboard, keeping vigil.

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His fingers, long and elegant, brushed the stray hairs from her forehead. Then, he gently pulled her into his

arms.

In just six months apart, she’d become so thin her bones felt sharp against his hands.

Holding her close, he murmured, his voice low and heavy, “Welcome home, Mrs. Cavill.”

Bethan woke the next morning, her head throbbing with a dull, foggy ache.

Dragging her weary body from the bed, she froze as

Hugh emerged from the walk-in closet, his suit crisp and flawless.

Their eyes locked-hers blazing with defiance, his cool and impenetrable. He approached, his voice steady. “You fainted from low blood sugar last night.”

Memories surged back, each one a sharp pang, twisting her face into a mask of anguish.

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Bethan slid out of bed, her face pale as moonlight.

Her voice, though weak, held firm. “Hugh, just take my life if you want.”

His reply cut like ice. “A life means nothing to me.”

Their gazes clashed in a tense standoff before Bethan stormed out of the bedroom.

As she crossed the dining room, Hugh blocked her path. “Breakfast is on the table. Eat before you go.”

Bethan shoved him, her voice raw with bitterness. “Don’t play the saint with me. My health’s got nothing to do with you!”

Hugh’s tone was infuriatingly casual. “We’re mid-divorce. If you keel over here, your family might pin it on me.”

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