Kim_Li_0078

#DARK ROMANCE 
Lin Yueyao spent five years of her youth married to Shen Xiao, a man whose heart was as cold as steel. She believed that her gentleness would eventually melt his indifference, but the only thing that melted was her own dignity.

Every night, she endured his cruel touch, his words like blades, and his silent disgust. But no matter how much it hurt, Yueyao clung on – for the sake of their son, Xuanxuan, and for the sliver of hope that someday he might see her.

That hope shattered completely when his first love, Bai Zhi, returned from abroad. The very night Bai Zhi came back, Shen Xiao left Yueyao alone to dine with her. His gaze, once cold and dismissive, turned tender only for Bai Zhi.

Then, just as Yueyao discovered she was pregnant again, Shen Xiao handed her divorce papers. Abandoned while carrying his child, betrayed by her husband, and discarded like a stain on his life, Yueyao’s world collapsed.

Even their son, Xuanxuan – the little boy she’d nearly died giving birth to, the one she raised with unwavering devotion – rejected her, clinging instead to Bai Zhi with innocent adoration.

But fate was crueler still.

Kidnapped straight from her hospital bed by men demanding ransom, Yueyao realised no one was coming to save her. Her husband hadn’t even noticed she was missing. As she lay in that abandoned factory, trembling in pain, all illusions crumbled.

She was done waiting for love from a man who treated her like dirt.

This time, she would save herself. And when she returned, it wouldn’t be as the pitiful Mrs. Shen, but as a woman reborn from ashes – with a heart no longer beating for Shen Xiao.

But will he realise her worth only when it’s too late?

Love After Divorce: Her Second Chance

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" she screamed, her voice cracking into a shrill, hoarse wail as her small fists beat against his chest with uncoordinated violence. Tears poured down her flushed, feverish face, mixing with strands of matted hair plastered to her damp skin.

She pushed, kicked, bit, just doing anything to escape him.

Her teeth sank into the side of his wrist, hard enough to draw blood. He hissed in pain, his obsidian eyes darkening with something dangerously cold.

But she didn't stop. And she couldn't when it was him. Her mind had shattered into a million screaming fragments, the trauma, pain, and suffocating despair swirling together in a vortex that drowned out all reason.

"I want to die… just kill me… kill me… let me go… I don't want to live in this hell… I don't want… I don't… I don't…!"

Her body convulsed with choking sobs as she slammed her fists against his shoulders again, clawing and scratching until blood smeared beneath her fingernails.

Something snapped behind his eyes, dark, cold, and ruthless.

His grip shifted with lightning precision. One hand snapped up, grabbing her jaw harshly to still her flailing head. The other swung out in a swift, calculated arc, his palm chopping sharply against the side of her neck at a precise angle.

Her eyes rolled back instantly, her entire body going limp in his grip like a marionette with its strings severed. The only sound left was her final broken sob slipping past her parted lips before silence crashed down around them.

He caught her slumped form against his chest, his broad shoulders trembling with ragged, uneven breaths.

For a long moment, he just held her there.

The room was deathly quiet except for the pounding of his own furious heartbeat and the faint, wheezing sound of her unconscious breathing. Blood dripped slowly from the scratches along his neck onto her pale, feverish skin, staining her with flecks of crimson.

He lowered her carefully onto the mattress, his large hands lingering on her small, lifeless shoulders as he brushed away her tangled hair from her tear-streaked face.

Her expression was twisted in unconscious anguish, her brows still knitted as though trapped in an unending nightmare.

His jaw clenched tightly, the muscles ticking along his chiseled jawline.

"Why… why do you have to force me to do this to you…" He whispered, his voice raw and hoarse with a grief he refused to acknowledge. His thumb brushed over her trembling lower lip before he pulled back abruptly.

He stood up, staring down at her fragile, broken body sinking into the ivory silk sheets. The faint dawn light filtered through the heavy curtains, illuminating the dark smears of blood across his white shirt and the angry red scratches along his throat.

Without another word, he turned away, his broad back rigid as he strode out of the master bedroom.

The heavy mahogany door closed behind him with a quiet click, leaving her alone in suffocating silence, trapped in a darkness from which she might never awaken whole again.

Shen Xiao exhaled shakily, pressing his palm against the cool wooden door for a brief moment as he tried to calm the furious pounding in his chest.

The dim corridor lay silent, the golden lamplight casting fractured shadows across the polished marble.

Then, a small shuffling sound made him look up.

Near the corner, half-hidden behind the carved column, stood Shen Xuan.

He was dressed in his blue cartoon pyjamas, his hair messy from sleep, clutching his stuffed bear tightly against his chest.

Chapter 62; I hate you