Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 142: Loving You Is a Painful Thing

Wren Sutton’s eyes were so heavy with sleep she could barely open them. She was in a daze, unable to tell if she was dreaming or awake, or whether she was feeling more pleasure or pain.

Not until the man’s kiss landed on her flat stomach did the tingling sensation become increasingly distinct.

She finally reacted, her brow furrowing. A soft moan escaped her lips as she instinctively tried to push the person off her.

Adrian Lancaster caught Wren Sutton’s hands, lacing their fingers together.

"Be good. Don’t move."

He lowered his head and continued to kiss her, his lips wandering gently over every inch of her skin, leaving a trail of telltale marks.

Wren Sutton’s eyes shot open. She was wide awake now.

’So it wasn’t a dream. Adrian Lancaster was really kissing me.’

Shame turned to fury. She cursed him, calling him a bastard as she tried to kick him away.

"Who gave you permission to take off my clothes? Adrian Lancaster, you’re taking advantage of me! You’re despicable!"

The intimate atmosphere was shattered. Adrian Lancaster was more than just displeased; he was annoyed.

It had been a long time since he’d been intimate with Wren Sutton, and his body was about to protest from the prolonged abstinence.

Every time, she resisted him fiercely, refusing him and treating him like an enemy.

For a man, being unable to conquer his own woman in bed was the ultimate failure. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Wren Sutton, don’t forget your place. You’re my wife. This... what happens in bed... is your wifely duty. How long do you plan on avoiding it?"

Wren Sutton glared at Adrian Lancaster, her hatred for him now as strong as her love for him once was.

"If you need to satisfy your physical urges, go find Maya Marshall. Stop bothering me. I’m not interested in that sort of thing anymore."

"Not interested?" Adrian Lancaster looked as if he’d just heard the joke of the century. A roguish glint appeared in his dark eyes as he blew a soft breath against Wren Sutton’s ear and nibbled on the lobe.

"Then who was it that used to seduce me every night with a new trick up her sleeve? An endless parade of lingerie, a different set for every day of the week. These legs might look slender, but they’re surprisingly strong—clinging to me, wrapping around me, squeezing so tight, crying out so blissfully..."

"It’s fine if you don’t remember. I remember it all perfectly. Every sound that escaped your lips, the look of ecstasy on your face, the way your body trembled uncontrollably, how you dug your nails into my back and called me ’hubby’ again and again..."

Wren Sutton felt a wave of shame so intense she wanted to die.

Those passionate, explicit scenes from their past flashed through her mind, frame by frame.

Tears streamed down her face. She covered her ears, her heart twisting in agony. She hated Adrian Lancaster, but she hated herself even more.

"Shut up! Stop talking! I don’t want to hear it! Not another word!"

Adrian Lancaster cupped Wren Sutton’s face in his hands and kissed her tears away.

The moment she cried, his heart softened.

"This proves my Mrs. Lancaster isn’t frigid at all. In fact, she’s quite passionate. So what’s going on? Why won’t you sleep with me? Don’t you love me anymore?"

Wren Sutton choked back a sob, her eyelashes fluttering. "That’s right. I don’t love you anymore."

"I don’t believe you." Adrian Lancaster’s jaw tensed.

He refused to believe that Wren Sutton didn’t love him. He knew better than anyone just how much she loved him.

With tears in her eyes, Wren Sutton didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Her heart felt hollow, and every breath was a stab of pain.

"It doesn’t matter whether you believe me or not; it won’t change how I feel. Loving you is painful. I won’t be a fool like I was before and sentence myself to a lifetime of suffering. I’m begging you, just let me go."

Adrian Lancaster’s chest suddenly tightened, his breath catching in his throat. The light in his eyes dimmed in an instant, and a flash of panic, the likes of which he had never felt before, shot through him.

"It’s because of Maya Marshall, isn’t it?"

Wren Sutton remained silent, turning her head to look away.

Adrian Lancaster gently pulled her into his arms and took the initiative to explain. "How many times have I told you? It’s not what you think between her and me. We... I... I’ve never touched her. Not once."