My Bratty Wife
Chapter 116 - Hundred And Sixteen

Chapter 116: Chapter Hundred And Sixteen

Eleanor held Ryan close, a satisfactory smile spread across her lips. She was about to lean in and kiss him when his words stopped her.

"Yes, you’re right," he said, his voice soft. "You had to listen to your father. I don’t think you’re wrong, but if I were you, I wouldn’t have made the same decision. You could have found a better way."

Eleanor was taken aback by the sudden change in Ryan’s narrative.

Ryan’s thoughts drifted to Suzy. "No matter how much she feared death and abandonment," he mused, "she would never plead or beg to someone she feared. She faced her fears head on. She wouldn’t have thrown anything precious to her away, even if it meant dying to keep her freedom from being taken away from her. If she had already lost something, she wouldn’t fall apart. She would always find a way to recover on her own. And that’s what I admire most about her."

His voice sounded cold as he continued, "So listen carefully. Marrying whoever he may have been the best for you and your family, but for me, getting pregnant for him was the worst thing that could not be undone. This is a disgusting past that cannot be recovered and one I would like to recover from. We haven’t seen each other for a while, so we haven’t resolved our relationship. But for me, it’s a relationship that ended a long time ago."

"He died and I had a miscarriage. His family sent me back because I didn’t...." She was interrupted by his words.

" That doesn’t erase the fact you were another man’s wife. You two got married and consummated your marriage." He said , cutting her words short.

Eleanor wanted to speak, to disagree with what he was saying. But he held up his hands to silence her, his voice cold and final. "I have been avoiding responding to your letters because I didn’t want to see you again," he continued. "But it is better this way.

He paused then let out a sigh. "I guess it is inevitable that we will end up like this, face to face. Our relationship ended the day you left, so it’s better we both go out separate ways."

Eleanor’s heart pounded in her chest as she listened to his words, each one a dagger piercing her soul. She had hoped that seeing him again would bring them closer together, but now she realized that it was a futile dream.

As Ryan turned to leave, Eleanor stopped him in his tracks. "Don’t do this," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "Please don’t give up on us."

Ryan stopped, he clutched his fist , his expression hard. "There’s nothing left to salvage," he said. "We’re done."

Eleanor’s voice was barely audible as she spoke. "I’m sorry," she said, her eyes filled with tears. But when he didn’t turn back, she continued, "I ended up talking about other things that night in your study, but this was what I wanted to say to you. I wanted to tell you I’m sorry."

Her head hung low. "Please forgive me."

He still didn’t look back, but his voice was cold and unforgiving. "I guess you didn’t understand me properly," he said. "Don’t be fooled into thinking things can go back to how they were before. I hated you for two years. What’s left of you now are ashes."

He walked towards the door, his voice cold and final. "I’m just honoring our friendship and the fact that I loved you. You were someone important to me since childhood, that’s why I want to end this peacefully. So there’s no reason for us to meet again. So stop whatever you’re doing."

As his hand held the door handle, Eleanor asked, her voice filled with desperation, "Have you fallen in love with her? No, do you love her?"

Ryan turned and looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. "Yes, I do," he admitted. "I love her so much that it hurts."

Eleanor’s heart ached. She had always known that Ryan was capable of loving deeply. But she had never imagined that he would love someone else so much.

"If you love her that much," she asked, "why haven’t you consummated your marriage? Why haven’t you touched her?"

Ryan’s expression darkened. "My marriage shouldn’t be your concern," he said.

Eleanor tried one last card. "Does she know the reason you married her?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Does she know she’s related to your nightmares? Does she know your family is the reason the only person she considers family is dead?"

Ryan’s patience was wearing thin. "Eleanor, enough," he warned.

But she persisted. "How will she feel when she finds out you are the son of her mother’s murderer?"

Ryan’s voice slowly increased, becoming louder. "Eleanor, enough!" he repeated, his anger evident.

Eleanor remained silent, her eyes fixed on him. "Do you know how much she would hate you, how much she would despise you, how much she would loathe you?" she continued. "Who knows, she might commit suicide again."

Ryan was shouting now. "Eleanor!!!" he roared, his face flushed with anger.

Eleanor remained silent, her expression defiant.

Ryan’s eyes darkened with anger. "Be careful with your words," he warned.

Eleanor met his gaze, her voice steady. "What will you do?" she asked.

Ryan didn’t answer her. He simply opened the door and left, banging it shut behind him.

Eleanor was left alone in the study, still sitting on the desk. She picked up her hookah and lit it, taking a deep drag. The smoke curled around her face, a satisfied smile spread across her face.

"You will come running back to me," she said, her voice a soft whisper. "I was your safe haven, remember? I will be your safe haven again when your marriage crumbles."

She blew out a cloud of smoke, watching it dissipate into the air. "You were mine, Ryan, and you still are mine," she mused. "I made a mistake once in leaving you, but I’m back, and I won’t let you go, even if it means removing any obstacle."

She took another drag, a satisfied chuckle escaped her lips. "I’m not done with you yet, Ryan," she said, her voice filled with determination. "You’re mine, and I won’t let you forget it."