The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 542

Chapter 542 Unwelcome Confession

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“Have you grown tired of this face?” Weston sneered. “Do you honestly believe Gavin outshines

me?”

“So what if he does? Now will you let me go?” Laura shot back, temper flaring.

Weston lunged, clamping her chin and crashing his mouth onto hers with ruthless force.

Laura’s muffled cry slipped out as she tried to speak, only for the kiss to plunge deeper.

She lifted her hands, desperate to shove him away.

His other hand seized both her wrists, yanking them above her head and locking them there.

In an instant, she was pinned against the wall, helpless as a fish laid on a chopping board.

Gradually, the brutal press of his lips melted into troubling tenderness.

In the final seconds, his mouth no longer explored so much as pleaded, each brush of his lips against hers feeling oddly deliberate, as if he were trying to flood her senses with proof that he could still be gentle.

When he finally broke away, Laura, chest heaving, stared up at Weston. Her own breath tasted of him, her lips tingled as though they had been held too long against ice.

“Have you had enough? If so, back off. Now.” Her glare was cold, steady, and utterly unafraid.

Weston pressed his lips together, then uncurled his fingers from her arms one by one, as if releasing something precious he had no right to keep.

Crack!

Laura’s hand flew before either of them could blink, landing hard against his cheek. The sound echoed in the quiet room like a snapped branch.

“You once treated me like nothing. So why on earth should I love you now? There are plenty of men in the world. If I do choose someone, he’ll respect me, never hurt me, and certainly won’t use me to kill time. Tell me, Weston, which of those qualities do you have?”

With that, Laura spun on her heel and strode away, fury crackling off her like static.

Weston watched her retreat, lifted a hand to the cheek she had struck, and waited for the sting. It never came. Instead, pain speared his chest–a thin, merciless blade that twisted deeper with

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That night, back home, Laura swallowed the insomnia pills Gavin had prescribed earlier.

The fight with Weston earlier today felt final, the last splintered plank collapsing between them.

If he chose to retaliate–perhaps by submitting the risqué video in which she had pinned him down–she would have no choice but to accept the fallout.

The charge alone would be humiliating, the whispers worse. Investors might flinch, colleagues might stare, and the company she led could bleed credibility.

Tablet still on her tongue, she calculated the potential loss column by column, mind racing even as she forced the medication down.

After storming out on Weston at lunch, she had returned only long enough to grab her handbag and the pills, offering Gavin a stiff excuse before fleeing. Thankfully, he had not pressed for details, sparing her further embarrassment.

The doorbell shrilled through the apartment.

Laura frowned. It was too late for visitors.

Peering through the peephole, she saw Weston standing beneath the hallway light, shoulders squared, determination written in every line of his posture.

Why did he come at this hour? To settle the score I had drawn across his pride that afternoon?

Her pulse spiked. She considered pretending she was out–letting the silence answer for her— and tightened her lips, resolved not to open the door.

Weston’s voice rang out. “Laura, open the door. I know you’re in there. If you don’t, I’ll keep ringing.”

She ground her teeth, a string of curses threading through her mind. Even with the apartment’s soundproofing, his voice carried–proof of how loudly he must be shouting.

“Open up! Do you hear me? Open up!” The bell chimed again and again, relentless as rainfall.

If the commotion continued much longer, the neighbors would start pounding on the walls.

Jaw clenched, Laura yanked the door open. “Weston, what on earth has gotten into you-”

Her protest died mid–sentence as the man outside crashed across the threshold and pulled her

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