Regret? Then Beg for My Forgiveness!

Bradley Harrison was acting very strange tonight. He was insatiable, like a man possessed. The trash can held three or four used condoms, yet he showed no signs of stopping. "Bradley..." Angela Ballard didn't mind, though. His desire for her was a source of happiness for her. They might be bound by a marriage contract, but nobody knew she had been in love with him for years. And Angela almost severed ties with her family just to marry him. Bradley pressed his tall body against hers, his handsome face glistening with passion, even his hair soaked with a sensual allure. Droplets of water trickled down his face, landing on her chest. The pale skin glistened with a sheen of water, irresistibly enticing. Bradley's eyes darkened, his grip tightening. Angela wrapped her legs around Bradley's lean waist, watching the two fair curves of her body rise and fall with his toned figure. She couldn't help but tilt her head back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck. Her arms encircled his head, fingers threading through his dark hair. Their passionate encounter, which began after ten in the evening, lasted until three or four in the morning. By the time it ended, Angela was completely drained. She lay on the bed, gasping for breath. Bradley, on the other hand, had already entered the bathroom. Moments later, the sound of rushing water filled the room. Gazing at his tall silhouette through the frosted glass, Angela recalled his dominance just moments ago. The slight pang of disappointment she felt at being left alone dissipated. She pushed herself off the bed with difficulty, slipping on her nightgown. The sheets needed changing. It wasn't just his well-known obsession with cleanliness; the bed was too damp to sleep in. Angela worked efficiently, quickly stripping and remaking the bed. Still, the musky scent lingered in the air, a reminder of their intimacy. It brought a blush to her cheeks. The bathroom door opened with a 'click', and Bradley emerged, wrapped in a bathrobe. "Bradley..." Angela started to approach him, but he brushed past her, heading straight for the bedside table. He retrieved a document from the drawer and held it out to her, saying, "Sign this." "What's this?" Angela asked, confused. Her gaze fell upon the document in his hand. Before she could reach for it, she saw the words "Divorce Agreement." Angela trembled, all color draining from her face. "You... You want a divorce?" she choked out. Bradley leaned against the wall, his tall frame casting a long shadow. Seeing that she hadn't taken the document, he placed it on the nightstand. His long fingers reached for the cigarettes and lighter on the table. He lit a cigarette and took a drag. "Yes," he replied, his voice raspy. With his status, the cigarettes he smoked were no ordinary brand. They were custom-made by a tobacco company, unbranded and unavailable to the public, with a strong, potent flavor. Angela loved watching him smoke, especially after intimacy. His expression remained cold, but his muscles, still flushed and taut from their intimacy, made him look incredibly sexy. His damp black hair, with beads of water rolling down his body, added to his rugged masculinity. Bradley was like a spell, and Angela was deeply enchanted by him. Now, as he spoke of divorce, the withdrawal symptoms were kicking in, a gnawing pain spreading through her heart. "Why?" Angela asked. She thought everything was perfect between them. Just ten minutes ago, their bodies had been intertwined. Angela couldn't comprehend why he wanted to end their marriage. Bradley stubbed out his cigarette. "Jessica is back." Angela knew who she was. Jessica was Bradley's childhood sweetheart, the woman he loved. Four years ago, if Bradley hadn't been drugged and ended up in bed with Angela, if she hadn't taken the opportunity to disguise herself as his grandfather's caretaker and earn the old man's favor, then Jessica Berry would be Bradley's wife. For four years, over a thousand days and nights, she had allowed herself to believe there was something real between them. Even though he didn't want children after their marriage, he wasn't completely indifferent to her. Every time they were together, it was passionate. Every time they held each other, sweaty and spent, she felt a glimmer of warmth from him. Now, all her illusions shattered. "Okay, I understand." Angela couldn't bring herself to refuse. He had made it clear on their wedding day: He reserved the right to end their marriage at any time. Angela picked up the divorce agreement. His signature was already on it, the strokes sharp and decisive, indicating he hadn't hesitated for even a second. Her heart ached. Angela traced his signature with her fingers, then picked up a pen from the table, ready to sign her name. "Wait..." He stopped her. Angela looked up, puzzled. Bradley looked at the woman he had just f****d so fiercely. The decision to separate had been made long ago, but now, for some reason, he felt a pang of something he couldn't quite place. "The assets allocated to you in this agreement are considerable, but perhaps not enough. Is there anything else you desire? Name it, and I will provide it," he said before he could stop himself. His words didn't bring Angela any joy. She lacked nothing, except for him. And that was something he couldn't, or wouldn't, give. So, nothing else mattered. "No," she replied. Before Bradley could say anything more, his phone, which he had tossed aside, rang. It was from Jessica. He answered the call, "Jessica? Yes, okay, don't worry, I'm coming right away." Whatever Jessica said on the other end, Bradley's expression turned serious. He quickly changed and left. He didn't spare her another glance. His concern for Jessica was evident, unconcealed. He didn't even wait for Angela to sign the divorce papers. Angela had never experienced heart problems before, but now, the pain was unbearable. It intensified when she received a call from her brother. "Angela, where are you? Do you know the man you defied our entire family to marry is cheating on you?" Perhaps anticipating her disbelief, her brother sent a video via w******p. The video showed everything. Bradley arriving at a bar, pulling Jessica being harassed behind him, fighting off her attackers, and finally, after winning the fight, Bradley carried her away in his arms. In the video, Bradley was like a hero, and Jessica was his prize. His every action screamed protectiveness and care. "I know I was wrong. He and I... We're already divorced," Angela said, finally letting go of all hope. She signed her name on the crumpled divorce agreement, determined to reclaim her life. Dragging her suitcase behind her, Angela walked out of the Berry family without a backward glance.