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44: A Toast to Betrayal
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Beneath His Cold Vows 52: When Elena Walks Through the Door
Alicia's POVI woke to the sterile quiet of the hospital room, the faint hum of machines blending with the slow tick of the wall clock. Morning light spilled thinly through the blinds, pale and sharp. I pressed my face against the crisp pillow, wishing I could disappear into it.My body ached in ways I hadn't known possible. Every muscle burned. My stomach felt hollow, raw, like the space where something had once lived. I hadn't moved when the nurse checked on me last night. I hadn't wanted to. I still didn't.Friday. I remembered the day only because of Lily. She was supposed to have her infusion today, probably the last one. I hadn’t been there yesterday. I hadn’t even called when she texted me. Now my body refused me. My head spun with the memory of that sharp, relentless pain, of my body giving out, of being caught just in time.I tried to sit up, but the room tilted violently, forcing me back onto the bed. My hands clawed at the sheets for some purchase in the world. I wasn't wea
Beneath His Cold Vows 51: Beyond Control
Edward's POVThe door clicked shut behind me. I leaned against it, chest tight, fingers digging into the bridge of my nose. The frame wound cold into my spine. It was the only thing holding me together.I had just been beside her. Watched the blood drain from her face. Watched her hand pull away from mine, small, final. She had drawn a line between us, and I had stood there. Frozen.I took a shallow breath. My knees locked to keep from buckling. Muscle memory. Instinct. The same precision I relied on in boardrooms when deals went sideways.But this wasn’t a deal.This was failure.Complete, unmitigated failure.I pressed my forehead against the window. Outside, the city moved on. Cars streamed past the hospital entrance. Traffic lights cycled through their patterns. People walked bundled against the cold, absorbed in their own small emergencies. The world didn’t stop. It never did.Inside this corridor, silence bore down like a physical weight.Her image came back in fragments. The di
Beneath His Cold Vows 50: Gone
Darkness felt thick.Heavy in a way that wasn’t sleep. Heavy like sinking, like something pressing me down while sounds brushed the edges of my hearing.A soft beep.A soft hiss.Footsteps.A curtain shifting.Someone said my name, or maybe I imagined it. The sound drifted too far away.A warm touch slid across the back of my hand. A thumb. Hesitant. Leaving, coming back.“Alicia.”Edward.Even half-conscious, I could hear the strain in his voice.I drifted in and out. Light dimming, brightening, dimming. A nurse murmuring something about vitals. A chair scraping. Someone’s breath shaking.That warmth returned to my hand, careful, as if he feared he would hurt me.I followed it through the fog.My lashes fluttered.Light stabbed in.The ceiling.The dim panel light.Muted walls.A deep ache curled low in my abdomen. My mouth tasted metallic. My limbs felt pinned to the mattress.A breath, unsteady, exhaled near my pillow.I turned my head.Edward sat beside me.Hair disheveled. Shirt
Beneath His Cold Vows 49: Shattered Balance
Alicia's POV My foot didn’t land where I thought it would.The floor swayed. Or maybe I did.I was going down now.But before I hit it, A hand closed around my arm.Firm. Warm. Anchored.A man’s voice, deep, close, said something I couldn’t understand. The words were just shapes. Muffled. Like he was speaking through water.I tried to lift my head.Couldn’t.All I saw was black fabric. A suit. Someone tall. His grip tightened as my weight sagged.Another voice rose, farther away, sharper.Was that Edward?I blinked hard, trying to focus. The room pulsed in and out of light. My stomach twisted. Something warm slid down my thigh.The man holding me shifted, supporting more of my weight.He said my name.Or I thought he did.“Alic—”Everything rocked again.People gasped. Someone shouted for help. Footsteps hammered toward us. Fingers touched my face, checking something. My ears rang like a scream held inside my skull.My body curled inward without my permission. My arm pressed against
Beneath His Cold Vows 48: Too Late
Edward's POV I had turned from Harrison, the last words about the package still hanging in the air. She was gone. Tables. Chairs. Faces. Laughter. Cameras. Nothing. My eyes swept the room. Guests leaned into conversations. Laughter punctuated the quartet. Crystal caught the light and threw it back in sharp bursts. Everything looked normal. Except she wasn’t there. I shoved through a narrow gap between tables, brushing shoulders. My gaze scraped over every face, every corner, every doorway. A woman in red glanced up as I passed, smiled like she recognized me. Opened her mouth to speak. I didn’t stop. Someone else’s hand grazed my sleeve, light, seeking attention. I pulled away. The terrace doors stood at the far end, glass panels reflecting chandeliers in fractured pieces. Two guests stood nearby, half-turned in conversation. I closed the distance. “Excuse me,” I said, voice tighter than intended. “Have you seen my wife? Mrs. Valentine?” The man blinked, startled, and glanced
Beneath His Cold Vows 47: Blood In the Ballroom
Alicia's POV I moved down the terrace steps with my head low. Harrison's voice still echoed somewhere behind me. Edward caught in that sound, pulled away before I could reach him. The night air touched my face, soft at first, then bit down sharply. I didn't pull away. I needed something that felt real.Pain twisted through my stomach. Small enough to hide, deep enough to hollow me out. My hand went there before I could think. My knees wavered. The heels felt like stilts. My body felt like someone else's.Behind me, the ballroom spilled light and laughter into the dark. It looked like a painting I couldn't step back into. Edward's hand wasn't on my back anymore. His warmth had left with Harrison's voice, and I'd slipped out of his world so easily it hurt more than the cramping.I swallowed against the tightness in my throat. Forced my lungs to fill slowly. Kept walking toward the lower landing. One step. One more. Just a minute, I told myself. Just enough space to remember how to brea
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