Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 1

It was a cold, windy night as the rain poured relentlessly. Suddenly, a loud screeching sound was heard when the car came to a sudden halt. A flash of lightning cracked through the night shining on an elderly man’s pale face. He yelled, “Watch out, little one!” The car spun out of control, slamming into the rock walls with a loud bang and plummeted over the cliff. Leah Murray was startled awake from her sleep, her eyes widening in fear and her face turning pale. The terror she felt in her dream lingered in her mind for a long time. She wondered to herself, why is it the same dream again? Just then, the doorbell interrupted Leah’s thoughts. Her husband, Han Howard, had finally arrived home. She had spent the entire night waiting for him on the sofa. When she tried to get up, her knees almost gave way. Luckily, Leah managed to regain her balance after grabbing hold of the sofa arm. Han, who reeked of alcohol, shrugged off Leah’s presence and plopped down on a chair some distance away. He did not even bother looking at the woman and instead supported his head and closed his eyes to rest. Han’s good looks represented the best in a man. He had an exceptional physique that was comparable to international models, as well as a flawless face with delicate features. Han was once the dream man for every woman in Linkville, thanks to his good looks and position as the richest man in the country. Unbeknownst to the rest, a perfect man like Han was married. He had, however, purposefully concealed his marriage to Leah for the past three years. Her expression turned solemn at the thought of his cold and distant attitude. She saw the look of exhaustion on his face and resolved to suffer in silence. “It’s late. I’ll prepare the bath for you. Wash up and get some rest.” Leah was about to get up when she noticed Han had opened his eyes. His gaze was aloof and unwavering. Han instructed, “Wait. I have something to say to you.” Leah paused and turned around to face the man. She had a bad feeling about the situation. “Molly will be coming over to stay soon. Pack your stuff and leave,” Han said curtly. His tone made it plain that there was no room for negotiation. Molly Lamere was no stranger to Leah. She had proudly announced that Han was her boyfriend a few days before at a charity event. The shocking revelation was still a trending topic across all social media sites. Leah tried her best to hide her disappointment and asked flatly, “Are you asking me to vacate for the woman you love?” Upon noticing Leah’s resistance, Han replied sternly, “You need to be clear of your position. Don’t you dare think that you are Mrs. Howard.” Leah wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Her position asCòntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Mrs. Howard was solidified by the marriage certificate. She recalled how Han had mysteriously appeared when she was desperate to obtain money for her father’s liver cancer treatment. Other than agreeing to his marriage proposal in exchange for money, there were no other options. After marriage, Leah discovered that Han was a cold-hearted man. However, she did not wish to accept fate without a fight. She challenged, “Well… where do you expect a pregnant woman without family or friends to go?” “Go to the hospital for an abortion.” There was no sense of pity or warmth in Han’s reply. Leah had forgotten that he was a dangerous man. She immediately protected her stomach and shook her head. “No!”