Falling For My Husband: Again

Chapter 1

♣ Marie Smith ♣

I stretched forth my hand which held the papers, my heart throbbing against my ribcage as I'd literally mustered all the courage I had.

His brows furrowed a little when he turned to the papers, but apart from that, he still possessed the same cold indifferent look he always had on.

“Henry, let's get a divorce.” I'd said it. The word I'd wanted to say for a year already.

His gaze shifted from the papers to mine, and he held it.

“Please, just free me from this bondage you call marriage.” I needed freedom, and I hoped he also felt the same need.

He straightened his brows, checking the time on his obviously extremely expensive wrist watch, like he was late for somewhere and I was stopping him from leaving.

He turned back to me, looking as uninterested as ever.

As I stared at his features, I realized how easily it was to fall for such a handsome face.

I mean, who on earth would not fall for his chiseled jawline and defined facial structure that exuded confidence. His subtly curved lips with his sharp cheekbones and straight nose always caught the attention of every single female on earth.

It didn't help that he had to be born with beautiful green eyes, an unexpected contrast to his black hair which added to the beauty of his deep set eyes, adding depth and mystery.

Broad shoulders and chest that seemed chiseled from granite filled out his athletic build, there was no way that saw him wouldn't end up drooling over him.

I mean, he literally towers of everyone at six foot two inches with six fucking packs and an extremely hot stature.

So yeah, I was also part of those female drooling over him till we actually got married—

“No.” His voice snapped me out of my admiration town.

I furrowed my brows, dropping my hand when I realized it was still stretched. “What do you mean no?”

I knew it was going to go this way. I knew he'd not just agree so easily.

He won't. I mean, we're talking about Henry Smith right now. The Henry Smith.

He checked the time on his watch again, looking close to just walking out. “Listen, I've got to go, I'm gonna be late.”

But I couldn't let him go. That'd be it. He'd never give me another chance to revisit the discussion.

I stood straight, straightening my shoulders as I tried to calm my racing heart.

He was about to turn, so I quickly added, “if you don't sign it, I'll take this to court,” which stopped him in his tracks.

A shadow I actually feared swept across his face as he took a step towards me. “You won't dare.”

I was internally shaking (hopefully it was internally), but one thing was for sure.

He might be a devil, but he'd never raise a finger on me so I mustered a lot of courage to not shrink in fear.

“I won't if you sign it.” Every male feared a court divorce, but no one probably had a problem with it as much as Henry.

He wasn't a normal dude, but a celebrity and a billionaire. He was the definition of wealth so a court divorce could lead to me taking more than intended from him.

And could also be a huge stain on his fame considering how we'd gotten married.

He sighed, calming down as he took two steps back.