The Villainess Filed for Divorce—Now the ML Wants Her Back! Chapter 04

The next morning, I woke up to find Damian packing.

I blinked, confused “Are you going on a business trip?”

He gave a quiet yes.

But the comments blew up.

[The ML and FL are going on a trip together! The scene I’ve been waiting for is finally here!]

[The ML gets drugged and has his way with the FL in the tub.]

[Can I pay extra for the uncut version?]

[I refuse to believe a guy with that much self–control would sleep with the FL just because he got drugged.]

My eyes darkened as I stared at the comments. “How long will you be gone?”

“Three days.”

Three days. Perfect.

For three days, Damian didn’t send me a single message.

But online, I saw the tabloid story.

[Sterling Group CEO spotted at the coast with his lover–inseparable and way too good together.]

I sent Damian a screenshot of the article.

He didn’t reply. Maybe he just didn’t want to.

On the third day, I left the divorce papers on the living room table and walked out. I left a letter too.

Growing up, I was always the rebellious one in my parents‘ eyes.

They wanted me to take dance, so I did taekwondo.

They wanted me to study finance so I could run the family business someday, and I majored in computer

science instead.

But the one thing I never fought was my marriage to Damian.

But what I didn’t expect was that Damian hadn’t fought it either.

He’d always been the guy everyone our age envied–brilliant, proud, and impossible to push around.

And yet he’d accepted the marriage his parents had arranged, just like that.

When I heard the news, I was grinning from ear to ear.

Damian was handsome, capable, and had no messy private life.

More importantly, he’d been my teenage erush.

I married him still carrying a torch for him.

I

On our wedding night, I asked him, beaming, “Damian, why did you marry me?”

His hand paused on his tie, then he gave me a cool look.

“If it wasn’t you, it would’ve been someone else. At least we know each other.”

My heart dropped, and my smile froze. But I played it cool.

“So you thought the same thing! Guess we’re two of a kind.”

His eyes went cold. His hand tightened on his tie, the veins in his forearm bulging.

His stern face turned ice–cold.

That night, Damian was deliberately rough.

He didn’t care that it was my first time. He went at me with all force and no finesse.

I couldn’t stop the tears. I pounded on him to make him stop, but he wouldn’t.

So I sank my teeth into his shoulder.

He let out a low grunt, then his hand clamped down on my waist and he kissed me.

The next day, I couldn’t even get out of bed. I stayed mad at him for a long time.

But he didn’t seem to care. Whenever he had time off, he cooked for me..

He even made a mean bubble tea, and within a few months, he’d put a few pounds on me.

Every night, he’d pull me into his arms, and even when we weren’t having sex, he’d kiss my cheek out of

habit.

But I was a sucker for that kind of thing.

Five years into our marriage, Damian was never especially warm to me.

But he still had me completely wrapped around his finger.