Filed to story: I Got Married Without You
“Why hurt me like this, why can’t you come back to me? Why…”
His voice choked up as he said these words, the frustration of unrequited love made his eyes turn red.
If he had known it would come to this, he would never have let Eva go…
Looking at Paul like this, Eva asked herself in her heart:
Eva, are you willing to take a risk?
Are you willing to invest your heart and soul in Paul, to bet everything?
She was not brave enough.
At this moment, she realized that she didn’t have the courage of Rosalyn and Stella.
Because only she knew, when she saw Daniel and his sister in bed and heard them insulting her, how much her heart was in pain.
And only she knew, for the sake of the lawsuit, with disheveled hair and looking like a madwoman, hands on her hips, yelling at that pair of adulterers, how ugly she was.
She didn’t want, she didn’t want to reach a point with Paul like this, and she didn’t want to see herself, once again, hysterical in order to regain some money and dignity. “Paul, I’m sorry…”
With tears in her eyes, when Eva said this “I’m sorry,” Paul’s whole body stiffened.
Only now did he understand what Anthony meant, kneeling, self-harming, none of it had any effect on her. What kind of feeling was that?
Isn’t he also begging Eva in such a humble way, he just didn’t kneel, didn’t self-harm, but he still let go of all his dignity.
His forehead moved away from her shoulder, and when he looked at her again, there was a hint of hatred in his eyes.
“Eva, how do you know that Jayden won’t cheat on you after you get married?”
Isn’t she worried that he will cheat on her?!
Doesn’t Jayden have the potential to cheat as well?!
Why is she willing to gamble on Jayden and not even look back at him?!
“He won’t.”
Even if he does, Eva can handle it, but Paul, she can’t.
“He won’t? Every man cheats. Why wouldn’t he?!”
Every man…
See, this is how Paul thinks. Who dares to trust him?
Paul realized that what he said was deeply problematic. He grabbed her shoulder and tried to explain incoherently:
“That’s not what I meant. Most men do, but there are good men too. I think I won’t in the future. Trust me, please, okay…”
Eva finally realized that Paul, who professed his love for her earlier tonight, was drunk.
“Stop talking nonsense. Let me take you home…”
Paul hugged her tightly, not letting her move.
His heavily intoxicated head drooped on Eva’s shoulder once again.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and rubbed against it.
“Eva, Eva, Eva…”
He repeated her name over and over again.
Every time he called, Eva’s heart trembled.
Paul was toxic. No matter how she guarded herself, she couldn’t resist his repeated pleas for reconciliation.
“Paul, you’re drunk. Let me take you home.”
She patted his back and softly comforted him.
“No, I want to sleep at your place.”
Eva was helpless against his persistence. She called out for Mandy, and together they carried Paul upstairs.
After laying him down in the guest room, Eva helped him take off his coat and shoes, and then brought a towel to wipe his face.
When she finished wiping, and was about to leave, Paul’s large hand grabbed onto her clothes and forcefully pulled her onto the bed.
Eva fell into his embrace, unable to struggle. Paul rolled over, pressing her down underneath him.
The overwhelming kisses, dense and relentless, crashed down on Eva. It felt like lightning had struck her entire body, causing her brain to shut down.
“It’s been almost two years since we made love. I miss you so much.”
With the influence of alcohol, Paul bit her earlobe, his hot breath intentionally arousing her desire.
His kisses were both tingling and painful, igniting Eva’s entire body in an instant.
“Paul…”
“Yeah.”
“I have a boyfriend, please don’t mess around.”
Eva, who still had her senses, pushed him away and avoided his kisses.
The three words “boyfriend” were like a bucket of cold water poured over Paul’s head, quickly extinguishing his desire.
“I was being foolish…”
At a time like this, when a woman only cares about her boyfriend’s feelings, it shows that she truly doesn’t love him anymore.
Paul got up from Eva, leaned on the edge of the bed, stood up and stumbled away, swaying.
He wasn’t wearing his coat or shoes, just barefoot, like a miserable dog, he escaped from the villa.
