Chapter 2 You Are Still My Wife

• Amanda
• Damian stood there, trying to process what I had just said.
• "A divorce? No fucking way!" He barked as if he didn't hear what I had said.
• Without warning, he grabbed me, his grip firm yet controlled, and suddenly crushed his lips against mine in a forceful, demanding kiss.
• “What did you just say?” he murmured against my lips, his voice laced with a mix of anger and possession.
• I tried to push him away, but he was unrelenting. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him. I gasped, struggling in his hold. “Let me go, Damian.”
• His gaze burned into mine. “I saved you in your worst time. Without me, you would have been homeless. And now you dare to ask me for a divorce?”
• My heart pounded. His words stung, cutting through me as if he had physically struck me. Yes, he had saved me, but at what cost? Our marriage had never been one of love, only convenience.
• manda knows that Damian has always loved Maya, and she can marry to Damian was just an accident.
• Two years ago, my family, the Selwyns, went bankrupt. I had fallen from grace overnight, becoming the laughingstock of the city.
• The Selwyns had been too successful. We had made too many enemies, everyone was rushing to humiliate us.
• Someone even bragged that he could help the family out with their debt as long as I gave myself to him.
• When I was at her lowest and most humiliated, Damian returned.
• He took care of those rowdy men and made them pay a cruel price for their actions.
• After helping my family pay off their debt, he then said, "Let's get engaged."
• I was shocked.
• "Don't worry. It's just a fake marriage. I need a wife. My grandma is sick, and she likes you. She'll be happy to see us engaged. If you agreed to help me with this, I'll help you bring the Selwyns back to glory." He continued.
• It is to be a fake engagement. He does not like me. It is all to make his grandmother happy. I always know that, he didn’t know I love him.
• Damian didn’t give me a chance to respond. He suddenly lifted me into his arms, carrying me sideways as if I weighed nothing.
• “You are still my wife,” he said coldly, as he strode toward the bed. “And as my wife, you must fulfill your obligations.” I gasped and panic surged through me as he tossed me onto the mattress. I scrambled to sit up, glaring at him.
• “I’m not your possession, Damian.”
• He smirked, towering over me as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “Then stop acting like one.”
• Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wanted to tell him the truth, that I was pregnant with his child. Maybe then, he would see me as something more than just a tool for his convenience. But as I opened my mouth, the words stuck in my throat.
• Instead, I whispered, “You just touched another woman, Damian. Don’t touch me.”
• For a moment, silence stretched between us. His eyes darkened, filled with an unreadable emotion, and then, in an instant, he was on me. His weight pressed against me, his lips trailing down my neck with a rough intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
• “This doesn’t change anything,” he growled. “It doesn’t affect how I treat you.”
• I gasped as his hands explored my body, his touch igniting a war between the betrayal I felt and the undeniable heat that coursed through my veins.
• “Stop,” I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction.
• He smirked against my skin. “You can say you hate me all you want, but your body tells a different story.”
• I turned my head away, trying to ignore the rush of emotions flooding through me. But Damian was relentless. He knew my weaknesses, the places to touch, the ways to make me unravel beneath him.
• As much as I wanted to resist, my body betrayed me. Every inch of me ached for him, even when my heart screamed for me to push him away. He was both my tormentor and the man I had loved for years.
• Damian spun me around so I was facing the bed and he's behind me. His hand on my big, wide ass, and then he yanked up my dress and exposes my plush. He spanks my ass, and I recoiled, bending forward to put my hand on the bed. He lined up behind me and gawked, my toes curled as Damian started pumping his hips, slamming into me hard and raw. His huge cock buried inside me, every inch of him. His hard hips pelting against my plush ass. Damian reaches forward and grabs my hair by the root, then yanks my hair back. My arms fly up as he controls me and cuts off my airway. My hands were tightening into fists and dangling uselessly as he slam-fucks me from behind.
• I hated him. I hated how my body responded to him, how my mind refused to push him away. But most of all, I hated how, in this moment, I felt like I still belonged to him.
• I didn’t know when the tears slipped down my cheeks, but as I lay there afterward, spent and broken, Damian rose from the bed, pulling his shirt back on. He didn’t look at me as he buttoned it up, his focus already elsewhere.
• My body trembled. I turned my head just in time to see him grab his phone and check his messages. A moment later, the screen lit up with a name that made my heart stop.
• Maya!
• Damian ran a hand through his hair, seemingly unaffected by what had just transpired. “I have to go,” he said flatly, as if we hadn’t just had sex. “I’ll be back later.”
• He didn’t wait for a response. He simply left.
• My eyes burned as I watched him walk away, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing in the empty room. I felt hollow, used, as though a part of me had been stolen and discarded without a second thought.
• My body still tingled from his touch, but it was a cruel reminder of just how little I meant to him. He had used me, taken what he wanted, and left without a care.
• My fingers curled into the sheets, my chest rising and falling unevenly. The dizziness hit me suddenly, my vision blurring as nausea clawed at my stomach.
• I barely registered myself falling sideways, my body collapsing into the pillows as darkness pulled me under.