Chapter 801 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Steven slammed the gas pedal. His sports car was roaring through the streets as he raced back to his suburban mansion. The lights in the yard and living room were ablaze. The mansion was a beacon in the quiet night that lifted his spirits and quickened his stride as he approached. However, the living room was empty, devoid of the warmth and welcome he’d hoped to find. A wry smile tugged at his lips, a self-deprecating chuckle escaping him. He should’ve known, really. What was he even thinking? Hannah, the woman he married in a whirlwind of passion and paperwork, was no longer the starry-eyed bride she once was. Back in those early days, he knew she’d be there, waiting for him, yet he’d linger on the ground floor, reluctant to face her.
• He had deliberately crafted an image of a man about town, indulging in late nights out to fuel her misgivings. Whenever he did come home, their only real interaction was in the bedroom. At first, she’d wait up for him, her face lighting up at his return. She’d greet him with a kiss, her enthusiasm in their intimate moments undeniable. Afterward, curled in his arms, she’d whisper, “Steven, let’s have a baby.”e2 He wanted to say yes, but instead, he’d push her away, his voice cold and distant as he dressed. “Hannah, you’re not fit to bear my child.”
• Her heartbreak was silent, but he saw it in her eyes-the shattering of her spirit. In a twisted sense of triumph, he added, “Besides, I’ve had a vasectomy. You’ll never carry my child.” She’d tried to smile through the pain, asking him simply, “Why?” “Why? You want money, I want your body. It’s just a transaction, Hannah. Don’t you get it?” With those words, he left her alone in the vastness of their luxurious home. He had no idea how she spent that night, but the next day, her eyes were swollen-betraying a night drowned in tears. His treatment of her hadn’t stopped there.