Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 166 - - never loved each other at all

"Albert... are you comfortable?"

Cynthia was not a stranger to such things; she could immediately discern what the heavy breathing on the other end of the line meant. Her heart felt as though it had been struck by a heavy, blunt object. It hurt, yet she couldn't make a single sound.

All the strength that had kept her moving forward was suddenly drained. Her face turned pale, and she froze in place. Her hand trembled, and the phone slipped from her grasp, falling onto the bed.

Amid the haze, she vaguely heard the sultry voice of a woman on the other end. The tone was filled with irritation—and unmistakable desire.

"Albert, who's ruining the mood by calling at a time like this?"

Then came his voice, cold enough to send chills down her spine. Every word he spoke pierced her eardrums and struck her brain, shattering all the strength and resolve she had naively thought she possessed.

He said, "A woman who betrayed me..."

She could no longer hear what they said or did after that. All she remembered was crawling off the bed and rushing into the walk-in closet, frantically packing her things. Tears blurred her vision as she bit down hard on her lip, repeatedly telling herself not to cry!

The noise she made while packing was so loud that it woke Fredy. Alarmed, he hurried upstairs, only to see her tear-streaked face as she dragged a suitcase, ready to leave. Shocked, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

"Madam, madam! What's going on? Why are you suddenly moving out?"

Although the young master had been staying out late every night and the couple had been cold to each other for so long, Fredy thought she hadn't given up yet. Every day, she quietly went to work and came back home, living her life with a calmness that made Fredy almost forget they were even in a cold war.

But tonight—what had happened?

Cynthia didn't even know where she found the strength, but she pushed Fredy away forcefully, grabbed her suitcase, and stormed out. Fredy, flustered, followed closely behind, calling out anxiously,

"Madam, madam—!"

Behind her was Fredy's worried voice, but Cynthia ignored him entirely. She rushed out into the freezing winter night. The biting wind instantly cut through her clothes, piercing her chilled skin and seeping into her very bones.

Never before had she felt such an urgent need to escape this place. Every second she stayed felt like unbearable torment—a cruel mockery of herself.

"A woman who betrayed me!" His words were colder and more piercing than the winter wind, echoing relentlessly in her mind, flaying her heart with every repetition.

*But Albert, I did betray you—but my body never did! Besides... I don't even believe what I did counts as betrayal!*

After leaving so resolutely, Fredy hurriedly dialed Albert's number, but all he got was the cold, repetitive sound of the phone being turned off. Frantic and pacing in circles, he was utterly helpless.

In a room filled with an air of intimacy and ambiguity,

A woman, wearing nothing but a pair of sensual panties, knelt on the bed, her sultry eyes filled with desire as she attended to the man leaning against the headboard, smoking a cigarette. Her agile tongue trailed inch by inch across the man's toned chest, while her soft, boneless hands expertly stroked his masculine symbol, moving skillfully up and down.

She glanced at the gradually swelling hardness in her hand and then at the man's still expressionless face. A moan of yearning escaped her lips uncontrollably. Then, with a swift movement, she straddled the man's strong waist, guiding his hardness into her body.

Just then, the shrill sound of a phone interrupted. The man abruptly sat up to grab the phone, pushing her off balance and onto the bed. He glanced at the caller ID, his face immediately darkening as he threw two cold words her way:

"Continue."

Then he pressed the answer button.

Frightened by the icy look in his eyes, she shivered but cautiously climbed back up. Trembling, she used every skill she had to provoke him. To her delight, this time, he unexpectedly responded, his low, husky breaths mingling with her movements. She couldn't help but let herself be drawn deeper into the heat of the moment.

Just as she was about to climb onto his waist again, he suddenly hung up the phone and roughly pushed her aside. She was still lost in the haze of desire, her body ignited by his earlier response. Unable to bear the yearning, she let out a lustful moan and reached out to pull him back.

"Albert..."

"Get lost!"

He furrowed his brows and barked the command sharply, startling her into withdrawing her hand in fear.

Albert, filled with disgust, kicked the now fully naked woman aside, got up, and walked into the bathroom. Turning the faucet on full blast, he let the harsh stream of water wash over him intensely.

Back when he was with Lucca, he had women on the side too. He was always extremely particular, holding high standards for his bed partners. The women who stayed by his side spared no effort to satisfy and please him.

But after being with her, those women still called him incessantly, yet all he could think about was her smooth, taut body and the way she blushed, moaning softly beneath him. The thought of those other women no longer stirred any interest in him.

During the most fervent days of their relationship, except during her periods, he sought her every night. He often joked to himself that he might die in her arms if this went on, but he couldn't resist her slightest teasing.

Even her unintentional gestures or glances could set him ablaze with desire. He seemed to have become addicted to her slender, almost fragile figure. That was why he had deliberately chosen a companion tonight with a body similar to hers.

Yet no matter how hard the woman tried to arouse him, though his body reacted, his heart rejected her more and more. This rejection became even stronger after hearing nothing but her endless silence on the other end of the line.

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The water stopped. His eyes, however, were now clouded with darkness. No matter what, her betrayal was something he could not forgive. The blood feud he bore on his back could never be erased—not even for her.

Cynthia walked a long distance through the biting wind before finally hailing a cab and rushing back to her small apartment. She didn't even remember arriving at her warm little sanctuary; all she recalled was diving into the cozy blankets and falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She couldn't find an excuse to calm herself. All that remained was a deep sense of helplessness. Her tears had long dried, but she couldn't fathom where their relationship was heading. The heart she once thought to be indestructible now seemed weary...

The next morning, she quietly practiced a headstand for an hour in her small loft, finally regaining her composure. Then, she headed to her job at the little clinic.

This upheaval had ended with her emotional betrayal and his physical betrayal. Their lives eventually returned to a semblance of peace, as though... they had never loved each other at all.