Divorce you and marry him novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

The night was heavy and dark. Nicholas was thrown out of the Rodriguez residence and collapsed at a cold, filthy street corner.

From afar, he could faintly hear the clamor of celebration-it was the wedding banquet.

He opened his mouth, wanting to cry, but no sound came out.

Only scalding liquid surged forth from his parched eye sockets.

He knew it he had lost her completely.

Lost her forever.

When Katherine came out, there was an extra diamond bracelet in her hand.

Brayden had an important business deal to discuss today, so he deliberately assigned more bodyguards to accompany her and reminded her to come home early.

Three months.

Three months after marrying Brayden, life was as calm as a deep, still pool.

Brayden treated her well-so well that there was not the slightest fault to be found.

Food, clothing, shelter, and travel were all meticulously arranged. He never asked about her past and never spoke of the future, only making the present days warm and properly settled.

The tiny spark in her heart, worn down to the brink of extinction, seemed to show faint signs of rekindling within this steady, unhurried tenderness.

Just as she stepped down the stairs, her pace

Someone was leaning not far away,

faltered slightly.

The man was dressed in rags, the original color almost unrecognizable. His hair hung in disarray, his cheeks were deeply sunken, his cheekbones sharply protruding. Only his eyes, bloodshot yet frighteningly bright, were locked onto the direction from which she was approaching.

It was Nicholas.

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Katherine almost failed to recognize him at once.

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The Nicholas who had once been aloof, refined, and striking was now so thin he was little more than bones, as if a gust of wind could knock him over. When he saw Katherine look his way, a startling light burst into his eyes. He staggered forward a few steps, yet did not dare come too close, stopping several paces away. His voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows:

“Katie… Katie!”

He spoke incoherently: “I come every day… to pray for you here, to pray for… for our ill-fated child… Look, my knees, my knees are all worn raw…

As he spoke, he actually started to roll up the tattered legs of his trousers.

Katherine averted her gaze. There was no expression on her face, and her steps did not slow as she continued forward, as if he were nothing more than an insignificant weed by the roadside, a passing wind not worth noticing.

“Katie! Look at me! Look at me!” Seeing that she was about to leave, Nicholas suddenly lunged forward and, without any regard for himself, clutched the hem of her dress.

The fabric was seized by his filthy hands, leaving dirty smears behind.

Katherine finally stopped. She lowered her eyes and looked at the disheveled man crouched miserably at her feet.

“I really know I was wrong… I’ve changed everything, look, I’m changing…” Nicholas lifted his head, his face streaked with tears and snot mixed with dust, filthy and pitiful. “I sent Samantha to the military camp; she will never appear in front of you again… I take ten lashes every day. I learned to make local food the way you used to, and I cut my fingers until they were covered in

wounds…”

He held out both hands. They were indeed covered with knife cuts, old and new crisscrossing each other. Some had not yet scabbed over, a sight that made one’s heart clench.

“Katie, turn back and look at me, will you? Just one glance… I’m begging you…” His voice grew lower and lower, filled with desperate pleading.

Katherine looked at him quietly, for a long time-so long that the faint hope in Nicholas’s heart began to burn again.

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