The Road of A Unwanted Wife To Her True Home

ive passion didn' t make m

me, his wife, it was all harsh possession? He thought h

, my voice as cold

even closer, a strange, almost

you je

out the window, a stubborn, c

er," I

ing to his seat. His face became a stern, familiar mask.

rubbing the bridge of his nose with a gesture of extreme exa

back on, the shie

e still has t

idn' t stop you from sending her money. A very generous amount, I

needs his father' s company. And if I brought him here to live

ked. And d

"Forcing me to accept her presence in our lives, in our company, or

my cold ones on the armrest. It was meant to be

aid, his voice softening slightly. "I prom

ze her comfort and her needs over my own

s all about the title of Mr

marriage had never been about anything more than that. It was a con

n the seat between us. I gla

d the m

rgic to honey, so remember not to use hon

uet. He was leaning against a wall in a quiet corner, his collar half-open, a flush on his

escaped my lips. I tossed t

ing with ice. "A challenge? Is she chall

e. He frowned at the message, but his

these things, taking care of thes

nger any longer. It boil

own husband' s habits? My husband' s allerg

ing impatience. The smoke swirled around his head in the dim light. "You' re losing your com

ard him. I scoffed, a sound

if it were a foreign object in my

in his eyes was so int

yes, watch

But the sting was nothing compared to the pain of his words. In that sin

reaking, a barely perceptib

ter, I am y

s a despera

your own rules for Isabel

k of genuine conf

le of the night. A bad one. I asked you to stay with me. You said you had an important meeting the next day and couldn' t afford to stay up.

ht her into the company, kept her by your side as your personal assistant.

ed by three years o

did you two do? Did those hickeys on

nts of neglect that had stuck in my heart. They were like scattered pieces of broken glass on

eyes sting with unshed tears. It was so hard

wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He seemed

idn' t seem to know where to start. He

in the driveway, and the engine cut out, plung

alone," he finally said, his voice strained. "Bu

nicked, trying to gr

to compensate her. For taking care

opped lower. "Nothing happened

t to cup my face in his han

rry, Amel

d of a child' s crying shattered the night. I

come down and