Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 137

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Hugh suddenly twisted, his hand closing around her wrist. “Do you really care about me?”

The question struck Bethan as absurd. Her lips curved with a bitter smile. “Compared to Ms. Ridley, does my concern matter to you at all?”

The anger Hugh had been suppressing flared again.

He grabbed her by the waist, dragging her down until she landed squarely on his lap, locked against him.

“Bethan,” he said through clenched teeth, “can’t you just talk to me like a normal person for once?”

Her reply was clipped, almost clinical, as though he were nothing more than a patient under her care. “You have injuries on your back. Try not to strain-”

The rest of her words vanished as Hugh crushed his mouth against hers.

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gripping the back of her head. The kiss was fierce, consuming, laced with raw possession.

The wet sound of their mouths meeting mingled with his hot breath, overwhelming her senses.

Hugh ignored her resistance, biting at her lips, his kiss an outlet for fury, for frustration, for desperate ownership.

He only stopped when Bethan’s body went limp, when her struggle gave way to weakness and surrender.

Hugh pulled back, his breath ragged, eyes drinking in her flushed face. He brushed away the dampness at the corner of her eyes, satisfaction flickering as color returned to her cheeks.

To him, her indifference was only surface-level anger. Their bodies still recognized each other.

“I need to wash my face.” Bethan rose, her voice cold.

Then she disappeared into the bathroom, running the faucet, washing her face, and brushing her teeth in silence before returning to the bedroom.

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When she finished bandaging Hugh’s wounds, he retreated to the balcony for a cigarette.

Bethan quietly tidied the room and slipped into bed without waiting for him.

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The next morning, she woke to find Hugh still asleep beside her.

Rising, she washed, dressed, styled her hair, and applied her makeup with meticulous care.

Through the mirror, she saw Hugh stirring. Without looking directly at him, she said evenly, “I’ve set out your suit. The watch and pin are on the dresser. Wear the gray tie. It matches best.”

Hugh stood behind her, watching her flawless reflection as she fussed over every detail with practiced calm. Her gentle reminders weighed heavily on him, pressing down on a heart already burdened.

Jemma prepared breakfast, but neither Bethan nor Hugh touched it.

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Hugh’s arm as they arrived at the press conference.

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The flashing lights of countless cameras greeted them, along with sharp, probing questions from reporters. Bethan’s smile never wavered.

Poised, gracious, she turned to Hugh and noticed his stormy expression, the warning etched across his face.

Without hesitation, she leaned close, straightened his tie in front of everyone, and gave the photographers exactly the picture they wanted.

When the host invited her to speak, Jacob tried to hand her a script, but Bethan pushed it aside. Facing the sea of cameras, she began smoothly.

She explained that during a visit to her mother in the hospital, she had accidentally broken a child’s water gun. She had asked Hugh to help her buy a replacement.

The boy Hugh had been carrying that day was simply a relative’s son. She herself had been present the entire

time.

Then she laced her fingers with Hugh’s, declaring firnthly40

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that their marriage was strong. She announced that the Cavill Group’s legal team had been ordered to track down the source of the false rumors and pursue accountability

to the fullest extent.

As she wrapped up, Bethan leaned playfully against Hugh, her voice light, teasing. She told him in front of all the cameras that she was craving his homemade matcha truffles.

In a matter of minutes, she had dismantled the scandal

and steered the entire conference to a flawless close-

without letting Hugh say a single word.

Hugh remained silent throughout, his face unreadable, but something heavy and unspoken churned inside him as he looked at her.

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