No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 2

This tearing feeling was unbearable.

That night, York still didn't come home.

For the next three days, Claudia stayed at the hospital, taking care of her mother. York never called or texted.

Once her mother's condition stabilized, her father told her to go home and get some rest.

Late that night, Claudia was drifting in and out of sleep when she heard the bedroom door open. The sound of the shower followed soon after.

A little while later, the mattress dipped beside her. The clean scent of men's body wash pulled her further into consciousness.

Before she could fully register it, she was in York's arms.

After more than a month, he had finally deigned to come home.

His perfect little family must have had a wonderful time together.

Sensing the tension in her body, York knew she was awake.

He tightened his arm around her waist and turned her to face him.

His lips, desperate, sought out the sensitive spot at her neck. At the same time, his hand slid under the sheets, his fingers deftly easing the strap of her nightgown down her shoulder.

In their three years of marriage, it was only in bed that York showed her this kind of warmth and passion. Every time she saw him lose control, consumed by lust, she let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, he loved her too.

Instinctively, she grabbed the hand roaming her body. For the first time ever, Claudia told him, "No."

Her voice, raspy from crying, sounded like a moan of passion to him, and his kisses only grew more relentless. York knew her body well. A little teasing, and she would melt. He was sure of it.

Just as she was about to give in, those romantic images flashed through her mind: the beach, the yacht, the fireworks, the roses... and his hand, wedding ring and all, wrapped around another woman's waist. The caption, dripping with a love that wasn't for her.

Claudia ignored the glass and got into bed. "Don't bother."

So he had remembered their third anniversary. And yet, he'd still chosen to book an entire beach to set off fireworks all night with his old flame and their son.

From the day she married him, she had taken care of his every need, never letting him lift a finger around the house. Yet he had humbled himself to personally bake a blueberry cake for that woman and her child.

He had cheated on her, betrayed her, fathered a child with another woman, and now he was trying to sleep with her as if nothing had happened. He stood there, acting so casual, as if his actions were meaningless.

For the first time, Claudia understood: the man she'd loved for so long was truly two-faced.

Silence fell between them, thick and heavy.

Just then, York's phone screen lit up.