Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 24

Please Come Back, My Love

Chapter 24

I bit my lip, trying to stay quiet, but a whimper escaped as he pushed two fingers inside me.

“That’s it,” he growled, his thumb pressing against my clit while his fingers curled inside me. “Let me hear you.”

“Someone could come in- I gasped.

“Then you’d better keep it down. His fingers thrust faster, striking that sensitive place deep inside me that sent sparks exploding across my vision.

His words, his touch–it was too much. I came apart with a strangled cry, my walls clenching around his fingers as pleasure crashed through me in waves.

“Good girl,” he murmured, working me through it.

When I finally came back to myself, he was pulling his hand away, bringing his fingers to his mouth. He sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Besides,” he said, his voice returning to something almost normal. “It’s almost Grandfather’s birthday at the end of next month. His health isn’t good. Can we at least wait until after that to talk about divorce?”

The emotional whiplash was dizzying.

“Julian-

“Please.” The word sounded foreign coming from his mouth. “Just… let’s get through his birthday. Then we can talk about everything.”

I couldn’t answer. Just turned my face away again.

He stood up, and the sharp scent of citrus filled the air.

“You should eat something,” he said.

I opened my eyes to find him peeling an orange, his movements methodical. Like he hadn’t just made me come with his fingers.

He separated a segment and held it out. “Open.”

I stared at the orange slice. At this man who could be so tender one moment and so cruel the next.

Slowly, I opened my mouth.

He placed the segment on my tongue, his fingers lingering at my lips. “Good.”

I chewed mechanically, tasting nothing.

He was reaching for another piece when his phone buzzed.

I saw the name flash across the screen. Victoria.

Something inside me died a little more.

“You should answer it,” I said quietly. “She needs you.”

Elen

“Answer the phone, Julian

He stared at me for a long moment. Then he stood and walked toward the door. ‘T’ll be right back.”

The door closed behind him.

“Just go.” I turned my face to the wall. ‘Please. Just… go.”

I heard him hesitate.

Then his footsteps moved toward the door.

The door opened. Closed. And he was gone.

I lay there in the silence, one hand pressed over my stomach where his child was growing. A child he would never want. A child I could never tell bim about.

“You’re not worthy of carrying my child.”

His words from weeks ago echoed in my head, sharp as broken glass.

A sob built in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I wouldn’t cry anymore. Wouldn’t waste any more tears on a man who would always choose someone else.

The door opened again.

“He’s gone, the nurse said, her voice kind but matter–of–fact.

I nodded.

She moved to check my IV. “That man who just left–he’s your husband, right?”

“Yes.”

“He’s handsome,” she said. “I’ll give him that.” She paused, meeting my eyes. “But honey? A man who leaves his wife alone in a hospital after what you went through? That’s not a man worth keeping.”