Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 419

Chapter 419 How the Hell Can I Trust You

Meanwhile, a sleek black limousine sped down the outer ring road toward the suburbs.

In the passenger seat, Bethan's face had gone deathly pale. "Hugh, you've lost it!" she shrieked.

Hugh stared straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands stood out.

Bethan was terrified, clutching the seatbelt across her chest.

She recalled the night of Hugh's memorial. Driving home alone, she'd thought she'd seen Hugh holding a kid by the roadside in a daze, and that scare had led to a car accident.

Looking at Hugh now, she was afraid she'd meet her end on this road.

"Pull over, will you? Can't you hear me?" she pleaded.

But Hugh remained silent, his eyes fixed on the road.

With no other choice, Bethan squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the worst.

Finally, the screeching of brakes cut through the silence.

Still shaking, Bethan rolled down the window and peeked out.

In the pitch-black night, a vast, desolate lake stretched out, the wind howling.

It was the perfect place to get murdered and buried.

Swallowing hard, she turned to look at Hugh.

He seemed restless and on edge. He unbuckled his seatbelt, tugged at his collar, then pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

He shook one out, put it between his lips, but seeing Bethan's wary look, Hugh rolled down his window and tossed the unlit cigarette out.

Suddenly, Hugh leaned over towards Bethan.

Bethan pushed at his chest with both hands. "What the hell are you doing, Hugh!"

Without a word, Hugh deftly unbuckled Bethan's seatbelt.

The more Hugh kept quiet, the more nervous Bethan got.

In a panic, she grabbed his collar. "Speak up! What the hell do you want?"

Hugh propped one hand on the back of Bethan's seat and placed the other on her shoulder.

His eyes were a bit teary.

Staring into hers, he shot back, "What the hell do you want?"

Their breaths mingled as they locked eyes.

Bethan paused. "I was just having a great birthday. Then some woman shows up for you, and you drag me here. What did I do wrong?"

In their past life, they'd settled their scores.

In this one, she'd tried to keep things as they were.

But now, it seemed impossible.

She stared into Hugh's eyes, waiting for him to break the silence.

As they gazed at each other closely, the silence was thick.

Bethan's calmness started to unnerve Hugh.

Hugh, on the other hand, had deep-set eyes with a reddish tinge. There was suppressed madness flickering in his eyes, and it made Bethan's heart race with fear.

Rather unexpectedly, Hugh reached out his hand to arrange the stray hairs on Bethan's forehead.

His movements were so gentle, almost as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

But his eyelids were blood-red, and his eyes—filled with joy and held-back tears—sent chills down her spine.

With a voice that was both soft and a bit scary, he said, "Bethan, take a wild guess. What's the thing I'm dying to do right now?" Then, he leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

Suddenly, Bethan broke free from his hold.

A sharp, resounding slap landed on Hugh's face, the sound cutting through the stillness of the night.

Glaring at him with warning in her eyes, she snapped, "If you even think about doing that, I'll hate your guts for the rest of my life!"

The coldness in Bethan's eyes seemed to pierce through Hugh.

His eyes panicked, and he quickly raised his hands to hold hers.

In a tender and cautious voice, he pleaded, "Bethy, it's me, your Huggie. You gotta believe me. I swear I'll bring you happiness."

Bethan jerked her hands away and burst out, "Hugh, after all the pain you've caused me, how the hell can I trust you?"

As her words faded, an almost tangible silence enveloped them.

It was as if the world itself had paused.

The air seemed to solidify, and they stood just a couple of feet apart.

Hugh stood there, completely stunned, unable to react for a moment.