The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 8

In public, he would gallantly open doors for her and naturally wrap an arm around her waist, providing her with all the prestige owed to Mrs. Hayes.

He unfailingly maintained the facade of an impeccable husband.

On the fifteenth of every month, he cleared his schedule to come home on time.

He would turn off the main bedroom lights. In the pitch black, after he took her and found his release to fulfill his marital duties, he would shower and immediately move to the guest room.

The Hayes family needed an heir; it was a non-negotiable term written into the prenup.

He was freezing cold to his business partners, his staff, and to the woman who was his wife in name only.

Within the sprawling walls of the Hayes villa, even though they shared a bed, an insurmountable glacier separated them.

Except for one anomaly.

Giselle.

Whenever Giselle was involved, his perfect facade shattered instantly.

At that moment, the phone screen on the vanity lit up with a text from Giselle.

"Nora, don't be mad. Gideon just cares about me too much, he panicked when he saw me bleeding. He didn't mean to hit you. Be the bigger person and forgive him, okay?"

Her words dripped with condescension and mockery, deliberately flaunting her absolute dominance over Gideon's heart.

She was apologizing on his behalf, adopting the tone of a master consoling a reprimanded servant.

Nora stared at the text, scoffing coldly before swiping the notification away.

The Hayes Manor was situated halfway up a mountain on the other side of the city, an hour's drive from their downtown villa.

On the very first day of their marriage, Nora was dealt a severe blow.

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