[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 28: Grave mistake

Ash’s pov ;

Sitting in the passenger seat, I stared out of the window in silence. But it was a calm silence and not an uncomfortable one.

As we drove through the city streets, the sun was slowly beginning to set, bathing the buildings and trees in a soft golden light.

"Why aren’t you talking?" Elijah asked out of the blue.

I couldn’t help but scoff inwardly. "What’s there to talk about between us?"

Since when have we become close enough to engage in casual conversation? Or was Elijah actually trying to have a normal talk with me? The idea seemed bizarre, given our tumultuous history.

"I don’t know," he replied after a beat. "What do you want to talk about?"

I shook my head slightly, staring out the window to hide my discomfort. "I don’t have anything to say," I muttered, feeling the awkwardness settle between us once more.

The truth was, we had never shared a real conversation ever. It was always business, contracts, or arguments. I knew nothing about Elijah outside of work, and I was fairly certain he knew nothing about me as well.

He had never shown any interest in sharing personal details—our interactions were always awkward and aggressive.

Feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck, I decided to break the silence tentatively. "Then let’s talk about your hobbies if you’re so desperate to have a conversation," I asked in a low voice, almost surprised at my own audacity.

There was a moment of stunned silence before Elijah responded. "My hobbies? I wake up early, read the newspaper, have coffee, go to the office, and come home."

Jaw open wide I looked at this man in disbelief. That’s why I never like to talk to him. He would die before giving any normal answer.

"And when are you not in the office? Don’t you have hobbies or something?"

He seemed to consider the question for a moment, but then his eyes narrowed slightly as he stared straight ahead. "I don’t have time for hobbies. I work and come home, that’s it."

"You never go out? You never have friends over?"

"Why would I? Having Ryder over is a waste of time."

"Because it’s nice and it’s good for your health," I insisted, a hint of exasperation creeping into my voice. "Don’t you get lonely?"

"I’m fine with being alone."

The answer was short and firm, but there was a trace of bitterness in his tone that I didn’t miss.

I shook my head, he’s beyond help. He’s a loner, a recluse, and a sadist.

"What about you? What are your hobbies, Mr. Perfect?" he shot back, an edge of sarcasm in his voice.

I hesitated. "Nothing exciting. I read, go out with friends, or go to the gym."

A dramatic laugh escaped from his lips. "Gym? With that body of yours? Don’t make me laugh."

"What exactly do you mean by that?" I retorted, a bit insulted by his words.

"Nothing. But how come your stamina is so low even after visiting the gym?"

"Low stamina? I’m perfectly fit."

"Please. You cry after just two rounds. You’re weak and pathetic."

"What?!" I fought the urge to slap him hard.

Just how did we go from talking about our hobbies to arguing about my body and stamina?

"Just shut up," I cried out in frustration."If I’m not weak and pathetic, you’re just a monster with a lot of energy. A fucking sadist who doesn’t have any other hobby than bullying others. How dare you say anything about my body?!"

"I’m the monster? Look at you, a whiny crybaby." He cooed mockingly.

"Fuck you!" I shut my eyes tightly and crossed my arms over my chest. "So much for trying to have a civilised conversation with you."

"I didn’t ask you to start the conversation," he reminded me coldly.

"Fine, it’s my fault. Don’t talk to me."

I sat angrily, seething in silence. But as the car ride dragged on, the tension began to ease, the anger and irritation replaced by a quieter emotion.

As the sun set and the stars came out, I found myself looking over at Elijah.

Even with the dark tint of the windows, I could make out the lines of his jaw and nose. He had a strong, sharp profile, the kind of face that could cut glass.

He was attractive, but his features were cold, and unyielding. His eyes were dark, the irises nearly black, his brows slanted and severe.

Despite his harsh appearance, there was something almost ethereal about him, something untouchable.

He’s an asshole, an arrogant, self-centered bastard, annoying and irritating.

And yet, sitting there in the car, I felt something strange stir within me. It was a feeling I couldn’t quite name, a sense of curiosity, perhaps, or maybe even admiration.

I wanted to be away from him and his cruel nature, but the truth was, there was a part of me that didn’t.

The more I thought about him, the more I couldn’t understand. Who is he really? What is he thinking? Why does he treat people like toys, disposable objects?

What revenge did he want to take on me?

My eyes fell on his hands that were gripping the steering wheel. His fingers were long, elegant, with well-trimmed nails.

Without realising it, I gaped at it imagining what those hands could do.

My cheeks grew hot as the memories of him rubbing those same fingers against my swollen hole resurfaced in my mind.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the intrusive thoughts.

Ash, you perv. What the fuck are you thinking?

I forced myself to look away, staring out the window instead, but the image of his hands remained etched in my mind.

"I have a bit of a sweet tooth, actually. I like tasting desserts from famous bakeries." His words were so unexpected that they jolted me out of my trance.

"Excuse me?" I turned to look at him, surprised.

He turned his face and his gaze met mine, and I prayed he didn’t get a whiff of what I was thinking about.

"I have a sweet tooth," he repeated. "I like tasting desserts from famous bakeries."

There was a slight twitch of a smile on his lips, and I was mesmerized.

I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in disbelief. Elijah, with a sweet tooth? It seemed so contradictory to his usual demeanour—always serious, always bitter.

I chuckled softly, unable to contain my surprise. "You and sweets? I find that hard to believe."

He rolled his eyes, a hint of annoyance flickering in his expression. "Why is that so weird?"

I shrugged nonchalantly, deciding to push a little further. "It’s just...you’re always so...stoic. Sweets seem out of character."

"There’s so much about me you don’t know," He announced and looked back at the road but the darkness in his eyes and the threatening tone of his voice made me feel chill.

I blinked a few times, not sure how to respond. "I guess you’re right," I conceded.

Another beat of silence passed before I spoke again, this time more timidly. "You never really share much about yourself."

"I’m not a fan of talking about myself," he stated expressionlessly.

"Why not?"

He shrugged. "It’s not something I like doing. Besides, there’s nothing interesting to tell."

I couldn’t help but scoff at that. Staring at his nonchalant face for a long while, he appeared more and more alarming. And that irked me deeply.

After a pause, I found myself asking a question that had been on my mind for some time. "Why did you become a businessman, Elijah?"

He didn’t respond immediately, and for a moment I wondered if he was going to ignore me or brush off the question. But then he turned his head and gave me a serious look.

"Maybe it’s in my blood," he admitted quietly. "My father was a businessman. He taught me a lot about it."

It struck me as odd because this was the first time Elijah had mentioned his father. It was a glimpse into a part of his life he rarely shared. And I found it strangely fascinating to see him speak with a hint of pride about his upbringing.

I nodded and after he turned back to driving, I lost in my own thoughts. I don’t know anything about his past or his parents. He never talks or shares about his family, or anything personal for that matter. He’s always so closed off.

And as the car sped along, I realised that I didn’t really know anything about him, other than the fact that he was a ruthless businessman who use people for his benefit and then threw them away.

I want to know how he became who he is today. I wanted to know more about him.

Curiosity and concern for his past surged within me, overriding my usual caution. And I made the grave mistake of asking my next question.

"Elijah...how did your parents die Ugh—-?"

The words barely came out of my mouth before the car screeched to a sudden halt, throwing me forward. My head collided with the dashboard, sending a sharp pain through my skull.

Before I could gather myself, strong hands gripped my arms tightly and pulled me towards Elijah’s furious face. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

His eyes emitted with wrath and his jaw clenched tight. His intense gaze made my stomach twist with apprehension. I immediately knew I had crossed a line, delving into a topic he clearly didn’t want to discuss.

"How dare you ask me that?" He growled dangerously through his gritted teeth. Fear raced through me at the intensity of his reaction. I didn’t mean to hit such a nerve, and now I felt the weight of my mistake crashing down on me.

"I... I’m sorry," I stammered, my voice shaky as his grip tightened. "I didn’t mean to upset...you. I-I was just curious."

"Curious?" He groaned in extreme outrage, squeezing my arms before releasing me, and pushing me away. "You think the topic of my parent’s death is something you could gossip casually."

"Arnghh!" I stumbled backward, my back hitting the car window. Pain shot through my head from the impact, but it was Elijah’s sudden rage that sent a chill down my spine.

"Fuck you!" His hands clenched into fists, punching the steering wheel and then the window, cursing under his breath. The sound reverberated in the car, echoing my own fear and regret.

When he finally turned to look at me, I flinched involuntarily at the fire in his eyes. "Get out," he commanded through gritted teeth, his voice still laced with anger. "You will go home by yourself."

I hesitated, my mind-wobbling from his abrupt change in behaviour. I couldn’t comprehend how I unleashed this side of him.

"I SAID GET OUT!"

With a shaky breath, I opened the car door and stumbled out onto the pavement. Leaning against the car, my hands trembled as I tried to steady myself.

"Ah!" I landed on the ground with a thud as the car sped away. My hands scratched against the concrete road, bruising my hand.