{BL} Dear Husband, I want Divorce [READ ON WEBNOVEL]

14 Two Conditions

Ash’s pov ; 

I was about to grab his neck but he dodged and grabbed me by the shoulders, pinning me against the wall.

"Hey, easy there. You don't wanna ruin this beautiful face of mine, do you?" He grinned widely, his eyes filled with excitement clearly finding solace by tormenting me. 

Sadistic fucker! 

His smirk was infuriating, mocking, and entirely too smug. How dare he come here after everything he had done?

"Fuck off!" I spat, struggling against his hold.

"Tsk, tsk. Language, darling. You're in a prison, remember? It's not a place to play around," He brought his face closer to my ear, his breath tickling on my earlobe.

"Shut up! Get out of here. Why are you even here, you bastard?!"

"To see you, of course. To see how my precious actor is doing," His smirk widened making me irritated even more,  his grip on my shoulder growing tighter to keep me in place. "And I see, you have become feisty while staying here. I'll make sure to fix that. I don't like you talking back to me.” 

Musturing up my entire strength I pushed him away from me and glared daggers at him. "Don't you dare touch me. I'll tear your throat apart.” 

He laughed menacingly. "I would love to see that. But that'll have to wait. For now, we need to talk. Don't you want to get out of here?

My heart skipped a beat at his words.

"W-What did you just say?"

He took a step forward again causing me nervous than I already was, his smirk still in place. "I said, I'm here to get you out of here."

I instinctively took a step back and instantly he took another step forward. I don't know why he keeps getting close to me. The more I push him away, the closer he gets.

I breathed heavily and shook my head. "No, I don't believe you. This is probably one of your tricks, isn't it? You just want to torture me even more."

He rolled his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips. He looked around with a satisfied air, as if he owned the place. "Oh, come now. Is that any way to behave toward your ex-husband?"

"Ex-husband?" I laughed bitterly. "You put me in here, Elijah. You ruined my life. You call that a marriage?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes twinkling with a dark pleasure. "Let's not be dramatic now. I merely facilitated the inevitable. You're in here because of your own actions."

"My actions?" My voice rose, echoing off the cold, concrete walls. "You and your little minion, Samantha, framed me!"

He raised a questioning brow. "Framed you? Do you even know the meaning of framing, my dear? It means to create false evidence," He tilted his head to get a close look of my face. My heart thundered in my ribcage.

"But is it really framing when you actually did it. Or are you denying that you never tried to kill your own sister and that you never pushed her. You did it, right? Admit it. I'm here to listen. If you do, I'll have a word with the lawyer and he'll release you. Come on, say it. Say that you did it. I want to hear it."

My head throbbed, my heart hammering against my chest. Sweat beaded down my forehead and I could feel myself trembling.

He stared at me expectantly, a sinister gleam in his eyes.

I bit the inside of my cheek and looked down. He already know the truth and he have already made his judgement. Even if I tell him the real reason of why I did that, he won't believe me.