My Tyrant Husband Blackmailed Me To Stay

Cruel words can cut to the bone, even on a sunny June day.

Elaina Reyes was heartbroken...

Since she was 15, she had been engaged to him, meant to be part of a strategic alliance. She gave him every first love and tender emotion she had. After their marriage, she did everything she could to be caring and accommodating, only to be met with harsh treatment and verbal abuse.

"I'm not going back. Let's end this... Every time you lose your temper, it's the same, and I've had enough. Grant Wheeler, just because you invested money in my family's business, does that give you the right to belittle me? Withdraw your investment if you must, but stop hurling insults. Let's go to court and get this marriage annulled."

Her voice trembled several times, feeling oppressed but holding back her tears.

Though seemingly delicate, Elaina had an inner strength, like a fragile yet resilient flower, clinging to the last shred of her dignity.

"Divorce? Fine! But first, have the baby! I'm warning you, Elaina Reyes, if you dare to harm my child, you'll regret it!"

"The prenuptial agreement didn’t mention anything about children."

"Well, I'm saying it now!"

"No."

"You wouldn't dare!"

The standoff was tense, and the atmosphere was dangerous.

Outside, the rain poured relentlessly, while inside, darkness and tension loomed, ready to explode at any moment.

This time, Elaina was resolute, her every word full of determination.

"The child is in my body, and I decide. If I don’t want it, there are ways to handle it."

"You wouldn't dare!" Grant glared at her, his anger rendering him speechless.

Called "The Prince" since childhood, he was used to everyone catering to his whims. As an adult, he had become a global tycoon, a financial mogul with the power to make or break companies with just a word. Anyone who dared oppose him faced dire consequences.

This infuriating woman was driving him mad!

The thought of grabbing her crossed his mind, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Yelling would only make her dig her heels in more.

"Well, Elaina Reyes, got a mind of your own now? Is it because your brother's about to be released, giving you confidence, or have you found another man to rely on? Who is it? Let me judge if he can handle your family's mess."

Elaina turned her face away dismissively; her beautiful features cold as she refused to look at him. His words were just noise now, beyond reaching her.

She was determined to stay silent, waiting for him to tire of yelling and then divorce her.

Her silence only fueled Grant’s anger more, a cold, malicious smile twisting his lips.

"You flew back this morning because you said your mom was sick, right? Such a dutiful daughter, surely you'd want your filial piety rewarded... You can relax; there should be an 'accident' soon. How about your dear mother breaks an arm or a leg? You, the devoted daughter, decide!"

Such malice! It was spine-chilling, downright monstrous!

"Grant Wheeler, don't do this! What right do you have?"

Ignoring her pleas, he called, "Damir, come in here; I've got a task for you..."

"No, Grant Wheeler! You wouldn't! You monster!"

Elaina panicked, blocking his path, and in the ensuing struggle, there was physical conflict. Grant restrained her delicate wrists, pulling her closer, instinctively shielding her abdomen with a protective arm.

Holding her close, he whispered fiercely yet tenderly in her ear, "Oh, by the way, your brother too. I bet there'll be a brawl in prison soon. He’ll slip up and get another five years added to his sentence. It'll be a long wait, haha..."

Oh heavens!

Let it all end!

Complete despair!

Outside the hospital room, Damir heard the fierce arguments and the young lady's cries turning into desperate pleas.

However!

When he opened the door, what he saw was a dramatic reversal.

The young lady was kneeling on the floor, softly apologizing, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I'll listen to you from now on, Grant. Please forgive me just this once?"

Damir quickly looked away, not daring to observe further.

"Uh... sir, you called for me?"

Grant raised an eyebrow, exuding an air of smug arrogance, his anger dissipated.

There's an old saying: to err is human, to forgive, divine.

Alright then,

He considered himself quite "magnanimous"; she was his wife, after all. If she made a mistake, he'd teach her a lesson, but if she corrected it, he'd pardon her.

After all, he considered himself someone who could "embrace all streams, encompassing tolerance and greatness."

His mood improved, and with a cheerful wave, he declared, "Never mind, get the car ready; we're going home!"