After returning home, I changed into my bathrobe and went to take a bath.
Just a few minutes into the bath, the power went out.
I had left my phone charging outside.
I was afraid of the dark—always had been.
So, I shakily stood up to grab my clothes, but just two steps in, I stepped on the foam on the floor.
The next moment, my scream echoed through the house.
My back hurt.
I collapsed onto the floor, biting back tears, and reached for the bath towel.
Just as I was about to wrap myself up, I suddenly heard the door open.
I dared not make a sound, terrified it could be a burglar.
"Isabella?"
Hearing Alexander Montgomery's voice, I couldn't care about my embarrassment anymore. "I'm in the bathroom, ah—"
"Don't..."
Before I could finish, Alexander Montgomery suddenly barged in.
With a flashlight in hand, he looked at me with concern.
"Are you okay?"
I was standing next to the bathtub, completely exposed—wasn't he worried I wasn't focused enough already?
When I finally realized what had happened, I hurriedly scrambled to pick up the bath towel from the floor.
Then I let out a scream that could rival a pig being slaughtered. "My back!!"
Alexander Montgomery threw his phone aside and wrapped me in the towel, lifting me up in his arms.
With the loose towel around me, the sound of our breathing filled the otherwise dark room.
No trace, yet I could feel him wrapping me up tightly.
In the silence, the warmth from our skin touched, and everything felt like it was burning.
Embarrassed, I pushed him away. "You... you should keep your distance..."
The next moment, my phone rang.
Under the soft glow of the light, Alexander Montgomery and I locked eyes.
The bath towel, already loose, began slipping down my legs.
It dropped with a soft thud.
Everything went quiet.
Alexander Montgomery's dark eyes grew even deeper.
His voice was hoarse as he spoke, "Isabella, you said you wanted a divorce, right?"
I nodded in a daze.
"And now?"
I nodded again.
He loosened the cuff of his suit and loosened his tie.
Grabbing my ankle, he slowly moved closer.
The warm breath tickled my nose, and by the time I realized it, his kiss was landing on my freshly washed skin.
Suddenly, a sharp pain in my stomach.
I pushed him away. "Alexander Montgomery! My period just started!"
He looked up at me, disbelief in his eyes.
He sighed deeply and, almost resigned, wrapped me up in the towel.
Then he lifted me up.
A red stain appeared on the bed, and he calmly said, "Isabella, are you trying to kill me?"
This man was definitely off today.
Then he carried me to the bathroom. "Call me when you're done washing."
"Or..."
"I'll just wait here for you."
I shook my head desperately. "Alexander Montgomery, get a grip! We're about to get a divorce!"
He sat on the chair where I usually leave my clothes, his voice teasing. "Before the divorce, I should fulfill my duties as a husband."
"Don't you think so?"
Oh, get out of here!
That night, when we went to bed, he didn't give me any chance to escape, pulling me into his arms and refusing to let go.
When I tried to struggle, his big hand gently massaged my back injury.
The warmth of his touch was rough, yet comforting.
I gave in, just letting him have his way.
