I Divorced You Now You Beg (Thalia and Darion) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23 Don’t Let Me Die Here

Thalia lingered by the bed, watching Darion as he lay completely still.

Right now, he looked so vulnerable.

Every sharp edge, every trace of pride, was gone. He posed no threat to her at all.

Thalia squeezed the pillow tightly, her knuckles bleaching white.

She thought, ‘Damn him. He made me fall so hard for him, only to make me hate him as fiercely now.

‘Every bit of joy and every ounce of pain I felt all came from him.

Thalia’s emotions were a jumble, but in the end, her grip on the pillow slackened.

She couldn’t bring herself to kill him.

All she wanted was a divorce, to stay away from him, not to let him die.

After all, she’d loved him for eight years.

She stepped back slowly, then settled into a chair by the bed, her gaze distant.

Darion, still unconscious, knew nothing of her inner turmoil.

At three in the morning, Darion woke up from the pain. He opened his eyes, instinctively glancing to his side.

When he’d returned earlier, she hadn’t been home. But now, he spotted her curled up in the corner of the room.

She huddled tightly into herself, like a child seeking comfort and safety.

Darion’s eyes were bloodshot, his breathing still ragged. The fever had finally broken, but the throbbing pain in his back lingered, sharp and unrelenting.

In the dim moonlight filtering through the window, he stared at her sleeping face, like he could watch her for an eternity and still crave more.

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The next day, Thalia woke up from the heat that was almost suffocating.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she realized she was tucked in someone’s arms.

Her body felt cozy, but a surge of anxiety clenched her chest.

She quickly pushed the person holding her away.

Darion had been lying on his side. Thalia’s push sent him rolling onto his back. His features twisted in agony, cold sweat beading at his temples.

“Thalia… It hurts so much,” he murmured, his voice rough and strained.

A sharp, aching pain twisted in Thalia’s heart.

Suddenly, she remembered that year they went skiing. She wasn’t good at it, lost her balance, and skidded down the slope.

Darion had raced after her, pulled her into his arms, and they’d tumbled down together. His leg hit a jagged rock, and he ended up with a broken leg.

During his hospital stay, he’d stuck to her like glue, whining about the pain, yet somehow persuaded her to do all kinds of things that made her cheeks burn and her heart race.

Sweetness flooded Thalia for a second, only to twist instantly into a deep, stabbing ache in her heart.

Her face turned pale as she stared at him. “Now all you care about is Miya and her child. So you deserve to pay the price for them, don’t you?”

Darion’s brows knitted tightly as he caught the cold mockery in her eyes.

The soft, playful light Thalia once had was gone.

All that was left was a gaze sharp enough to cut, and he wasn’t used to this at all.

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Chapter 23 Don’t Let Me Die Here

Thalia climbed out of bed and cleaned up.

When she returned, she said coldly, “Don’t act pitiful to hide your lies, Darion. If you can still move, you’re coming with me to get a divorce today.”

A suffocating ache seized Darion’s chest. When he saw not a single trace of concern in her eyes, his eyes reddened as he stared at her wordlessly for a long moment.

Suddenly, he said, “It’s Saturday. The courthouse is closed.”

Thalia froze, and her face soured.

Darion went on, “I’ll go with you on Monday. But don’t let me die here, please.”

Even uttering those two words left him drained. His eyes fluttered shut, and more cold sweat trickled down his temples.

Thalia’s fingers tightened into fists, her knuckles whitening. After a long, silent moment, she finally moved over and helped him turn over.

As soon as she did, she saw his wound had reopened. Blood oozed through the bandages, making a jarring

sight.

A sharp ache twisted in her heart, but outwardly, she stayed cold and unemotional.

Following the family doctor’s instructions, she cleaned his wound and prepared to rebandage it.

But to wrap the bandages properly, he needed to sit up, and she was nowhere near as strong as the doctor.

“Put some effort in and sit up,” she said, her voice short and clipped.

Darion’s gaze was dark and intense as he looked at her, unblinking. “Help me up.”

Thalia didn’t hesitate, placing a hand on his shoulder to support him.

But the very next second, he pressed her backward, his hot breath brushing her cheek as he trapped her beneath his body.

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