From Wife to Aunt: His Worst Nightmare novel Chapter 44

Steve thought that promise of his would put me at ease, that I'd be deeply moved and grateful.

Instead, it only strengthened my resolve to divorce him.

What use did I have for an empty title like "Mrs. Griffin"?

Was I supposed to live in that villa for the rest of my life, watching him, Isabel, and Dorothy enjoy their picture-perfect family happiness?

Fortunately, there were only a little under two weeks left before I could finally lay everything out on the table.

Thinking of the evidence the lawyer had told me to collect, I suddenly softened my tone and said, "Your nails are a bit long. Haven't you trimmed them in a while?"

Steve thought I was hurt because he'd been gripping my chin too hard, so he let go.

In truth, he trimmed his nails regularly, and they weren't too long.

However, I needed a sample for a DNA test.

I'd already looked it up. Both hair and fingernails would work.

I pretended to be moved by what he'd just said, putting on a conciliatory, submissive air. "Go get the nail clippers. I'll trim them for you."

Back then, it had always been me who trimmed his nails.

At the time, I'd loved him so deeply that things like trimming his nails, straightening his tie, or running his bath all felt like happiness to me.

He clearly enjoyed my ingratiation.

After all, ever since Isabel and Dorothy appeared, it had been a long time since I'd spoken to him so gently.

He assumed his earlier promise had worked on me.

That night, Steve showed no intention of leaving.

Not only that, but he also brought a basin of water from the bathroom and said, "Wash your face first."

I felt awkward at his gesture. It had been years since he'd been this considerate.

While I was lost in thought, he gently wiped my face with a damp towel.

If I didn't know all the things he'd done, the Steve standing here right now would really look like a conscientious, attentive husband.

"I'll do it myself." I took the towel from his hand. I didn't really want him touching me.

Besides, it was already 8:00 pm. Wasn't he leaving yet?

I truly didn't want to sleep in the same bed with him again.