[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce Chapter 9: Big mistake

Ash's pov ;

When we reached Grandma's house, I was shocked to see Samantha getting out of another car. My mood which was already on edge, took a nosedive into fury and frustration.

"Elijah!" She imdiately ran to Elijah, grabbing his arm with that infuriatingly sweet smile on her face. "Finally, you are here. I was waiting for you for a long ti."

Elijah's face surprisingly remained impassive. "What are you doing here?"

She smiled innocently as her hand slid down to grab Elijah's fingers. "I'm here to see Grandma. I was so worried about her that I couldn't wait to et her."

Seeing her touch Elijah, my stomach twisted in knots.

"Oh," He simply let out, quickly retreating his hand from hers and crossing them over his chest.

Of course, he won't let see it to prove that he's not creating. But I already have proof. Those photos and videos.

Then Samantha turned to with a naive expression and soft voice. "Ash, are you here to see Grandma too? She'll be so happy to see you. I thought Elijah was joking when he said he would bring you to et Grandma. I told him how stubborn you are, and since you both are...you know divorce. You might not want to co. But...here you are. Standing...right here."

She's clearly jealous that I'm here. I know her better than anyone else. "Shut up, please! I know how much you hate seeing here," I snapped.

Her expression turned to one of mock hurt. "Ash, there's no need to be so an. I was just asking. Why do you hate your elder sister so much? Just like you, I also love Grandma and ca to see her. I even took permission from Elijah. But if you want, I'll leave-

"No need to leave," Elijah scowled at . "What's your problem? She's just trying to be nice."

I clenched my fists as I looked directly into his eyes. It took him long enough to defend her and go against . Impressive!

"My problem? My problem is that you two are a pair of liars and cheaters who clearly cheated behind my back and are now denying it. Man up Elijah and accept it."

I watched as his jaw tightened and he was clearly holding himself back. He gave a disappointed look and I glared at him back.

"You know what? I'm trying so hard not to do anything that might hurt you but you're making it impossible," He threatened and I feel like his words weren't just threats.

But I'm not scared of him. He already has hurt so much. But if he thinks it's not enough. I'd like to see him trying.

"Elijah, please don't say anything to him. He's still my little brother. I don't want him to get hurt because of ," She gasped, her eyes filling with tears.

I opened my mouth to say sothing but closed it again, knowing he would stand up for her again.

This is the first ti in so long that I found myself completely alone, craving a need to be isolated. I felt like I was drowning, unable to catch my breath. I felt like an outsider in my own life.

I could barely contain the anger and despair inside . And the worst part was.

He has the audacity to say that he didn't cheat on or doesn't love Samantha. I just want to kill him.

He disposed of when things got easy for him. The darkness inside whispered that he was just like everyone else—like my mother, like Samantha, like those kids, like those actors, and like that...director on that night.

I flinched and tightly shut my eyes as the flashbacks of that night flashed through my head. I felt my skin crawling, like soone was constantly pinching it.

No, don't rember it! Don't rember it! You're fine now. It happened a long ti ago. No need to be scared now! Elijah would keep you safe–

My eyes snapped open to reality and a bitter laugh escaped my lips. He would not keep safe. He's the one who's hurting now just like everyone else did.

I have to keep myself safe. No one else would do it for . I don't want to turn back to being that person, that I was in the past, but the world is pushing there, and I'm running out of strength to resist.

Because it would be hard to deal with myself when I no longer have Elija with to control my dark self. I used to feel tad, controlled, and secured by his side, but now...now it seems like I will fall deeper into that darkness, and the scariest part is that no one can help , no one can save .

But what's the point of saving , anyway? I have no worth, I have nothing to offer. My only talent is to ruin everything.

I was furious. He didn't know anything about , or how much pain I was in. He didn't understand the darkness inside , the demons that haunted every night. He had no right to judge , no right to tell how to behave.

"I hate you!" I yelled out and his eyes widened in rage. "I fucking hate you!"

"You-" he started but stopped when he saw angry and hot tears in my eyes.

"Why do you have to keep ruining my life, Elijah? Why can't you just leave alone?" I cried out.

But he quickly turned back to his cold self and rolled his eyes. "Oh, c'mon. I almost believed your tears but forgot you're an actor. If I didn't know any better, I would have said that you were genuinely sad and heartbroken. You're so talented at this. Good job, my little actor."

His words were like a slap to my face. I couldn't believe he would say sothing so cruel and insensitive. But that was the thing about Elijah; he always managed to hit where it hurt the most.

And in that mont, I could hear the thread of conscience and sanity breaking inside waking up a part that I had spent years trying to bury.

And I laughed suddenly. His face darkened and his jaw tightened, his eyes narrowed into slits. "What's so funny?"

I kept laughing, the sound maniacal and unhinged, I wiped my tears. "And here I thought you would be influenced by my tears, that you would feel so sort of emotion. But you're still the sa stone-hearted bastard. You'll never change. Humph! Wasted all my tears for nothing."

If he hates so much, then why should I hold back anymore? I turned around and entered the house.

All this ti, I had been trying to keep things together, to salvage sothing out of the wreckage of our relationship, but what was the point? If he wanted to see as the villain, maybe it was ti to play the part. Maybe then, I could finally let go of this tornt.

Inside, I was greeted by Grandma, her warm, familiar embrace montarily easing the storm within . She had always been a source of comfort, her love for unwavering and pure.

"Ash, my baby, you're here," she smiled, her voice filled with genuine affection. Her eyes sparkled with unconditional love.

I forced a smile, hugging her back tightly. "It's good to see you too, Grandma."

She pulled back slightly, studying my face with concern. "You look disturbed, dear. Is everything alright? I heard so rumours about a divorce..."

I hesitated for a mont but Elijah's harsh words were still echoing in my mind.

Grandma had always adored , treating like her own grandchild. And I feel guilty for lying to her. She has every right to know the truth instead of being kept in the dark by that bastard for his selfish sake.

Maybe it was better to tell the truth and end this charade.

Taking a deep breath, I t her worried gaze. "Grandma, it's true. Elijah and I...we are divorced now."

Her eyes widened in shock, and she took a step back, clutching her chest. "No, Ash. Why? What happened between you two?"

Seeing her reaction, worry instantly surged through . Shit! I forget she's just out of the hospital. "Grandma, please, sit down. Let explain."

But she continued to stand, her face pale and her breathing labored. "Did you have a fight? Did Elijah do sothing to you? If he did, I'll scold him myself. But you shouldn't end your relationship like this, honey."

I reached out to steady her, panic rising in my chest. "Grandma, please, calm down. I...I didn't want to tell you like this."

She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I can't believe this. Why? What's the reason? No! Say, that it's a lie–ugh! Oh my God!"

I tried to sit her down but she wouldn't listen. "Grandma, it's complicated. Elijah and I...we just couldn't make it work anymore.

Just then, she clutched her chest tighter, her face contorting in discomfort. "Grandma!" I scread, fear gripping as I saw her struggling to breathe.

She collapsed into my arms, gasping for air. "Help! Sobody, help!" I shouted as my voice echoed through the house.

"Grandma!" I heard Elijah's voice when he entered and his eyes filled with fear when he saw her condition. "What happened to her?"

"Grandma, she...she collapsed," I stamred, my voice trembling with anxiety. "W-We were talking and....One mont she was fine, and the next..."

I tried to explain, my words tumbling out in a frantic rush, but Elijah was already at Grandma's side, lifting her gently into his arms. "We need to get her to the hospital."

He announced and ran outside.

I moved to follow him nervously but before I could reach the car, Samantha blocked my path, her expression cold and hostile. "Stay away from him," She spat hatingly. "Elijah doesn't need you. I'm here with him, and I can take care of him. You should just disappear from his life as soon as possible."

Leaving feeling lost and alone, she got inside the car with him as they drove away.

I stood frozen in place as my whole body trembled. I just pray that she'll be fine because one, she is too precious to be hurt because of , and second.

Elijah will kill if sothing happens to her and he finds out that I told her about the divorce.