Queen Of His Twisted Betrayal

Cara. After months of begging, I gave my childhood

hcam as he drove straight to her apartment, the sounds of their pas

Cameron shoved me to protect her, and my head slammed against the wall, splitting

"She's pregnant with another man's child, and sh

nding me sprawling to the floor, and rushed to Cara's side a

ara go," he said. "You'll still be my wife. My qu

ere. When Cara went missing, he accused me of harming her. He dragged me from my hospital bed, held a knife to

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husband's lips found mine with a tenderness that felt like a lie. His breath on my s

on murmured against my nec

e same one that promised forever under a sky full of stars. Now

that ended at my lips. His touch was so careful, so full of devotion.

idn' t help. The image sti

agile peace we pretended to have. An echo of a night,

king horror. I'd walked into his studio, a place I consid

y that night. It was a

mbitious, bright-eyed intern, who I' d though

ttered easels. The air was thick with the scent of turpent

gled in her unnaturally bright blonde hair. His jaw was tight, his

was rumpled, a stark contrast to her dark skirt that was hiked up just enough to

sually so guarded, was loose, abandone

y ajar, a careless testament to their reckle

ating sparkle beneath a veneer of vulnerability. She clung to him

ger. He moved against her, a low growl rumbling in his chest. I

hisper that still scraped at

, "Mine. You'

her impossibly closer. It was a possessive declarati

both seemed to derive from the forbidden.

n't even notice the doorway where I stood. I was just a shadow, a forgot

came, was a chok

he finally saw me. Cara, startled, stumbled back, tryin

. His face, flushed with lust just moments before, now morphed int

he loving husband and the cheating stranger, supe

entless. My stomach churned, bile ris

anger surprising even myself. He stu

oom, collapsing over the toilet, emptying the contents of my stom

laced with a fear that sounded almo

y shoulder, a weak

urned. "Don't," I choked out, a raw, gu

er of annoyance. He almost bristled, but then, he visibly reined h

the glass against the ceramic basin the only sound in the suff

es, after I, inexplicably, agreed to give him a second chance. Three

. We simply drifted, two dista

I looked at him in the mirror. His eyes, usually so expressive, held a weariness

ious. It clawed at my throat, demanding r

t didn' t reach my eyes. "So, Cameron," I said, m

The careful control he'd maintained shattered. His eyes, usu

bbled, then crashed to the floor, scattering shards of glass across the P

re fury. "Happy?" he spat, the word dripping with venom. "Happ

ont of me like a caged animal. "You hound me, you question m

opping to a desperate plea. "Don't you think I regret it? Don't you think I wi

, a raw wound. But was i

"You're the one who won't let us move on! Just tell me what you want me to do to make th

new better. I always did. The bitter truth was, he wasn't miserable because of what he did, but b

whisper, but it cut through the air like a knife. "Are you still seein

rted away, a tell-tale sign that

denly weak, but I saw the fear in his eye

broken your promise? Have you gone back to her?" My hear

oken lamp. The silence stretched, heavy and

oice echoed in the room, raw with pain and fury, demanding to know