From Love to Hatred: His Downfall

, maybe even hurt-crossed Hudson' s face be

ed to her and began listing her preferences in excruciating detail. "She likes silk sheets, the scent of lave

every single one of her ridiculous preferences, yet he probabl

ave the room. My own architectural studio

a sweet, cloying whine. "Don'

iley. She's always buried in her work." Then he looked at me, his

who was secretly his wife, the woman who was sleeping in his bed.

moved into this house. He had carried me over the threshold, whispering prom

a l

angerously calm. "Hailey is your g

not waiting f

ounded sound. "Hudson, sh

lgent affection. "She's just been spoiled by me. Don't worry

soft laughter echoing down the hall. I leaned against the

ey was the wife, registered in the trust for years. I wa

ry, I was t

d my shoulders. I would no

ary. Today was the anniversary of my grandmother' s death. She was the only family I had

from the hallw

at her feet were the shattered remains of the porcelain urn that held my gran

eyes met mine, and the smirk w

ged through me. Without thinking, I lunged forward and

ce raw with pain and fury. "She is

motion. He saw Hailey, a red mark blooming

thetic whimper. "I was just looking at it, and it s

Hailey's side, his face a mask of fury direc

ith you?" he roared, crad

ing a trembling finger at the mess on th

k at me, his eyes cold. "It's a broke

d. He had stood with me at her funeral, holding my hand, and swor

voice dangerously low. "For what? For

e gone. He saw me as an obstacle, a problem t

and dragged me down the hall towards the sm

you learn to be obedient,"

a I had confessed to him in a moment of vulnera

of his family. I wasn't even a guest. In this house, in his life, I was

the lock clicked into place, se