7. Defensive Husband

Elysia Pov

"Where are you taking my wife?" 

I was ravaged until I heard those utterances. I've never thought I'd be cheerful to see Damon but peeking at him in those oversized pajamas through the car's windscreen I've never been this thrilled in a long while. How could my enemy make me feel this way?

For the first time, I admired his aura. Ambling towards the van with his brows slanted, and his long curved legs and shimmering silky skin that could make even men ask him for his skincare routine-I felt my lips slowly angling into a smile I found hard to control. My eyes squinted between the detectives. The next element I felt would make this all so lovey-dovey was a hug and kiss from my husband, but hell no! we will never share anything near passionate. 

I tried to snap out of my thoughts but heavens help me! This man is smoking hot. 

Perfectly shaped brows, and heart-shaped lips, with almond-shaped bright eyes that caused a tingling sensation between my legs. And to top it all, excluding his height and abs that made me froth, Damon had mouth-cornered dimples that made him effortlessly good-looking and sexy when he smiles. 

I hate to admit it, but my husband was physically my type. 

I could see the effect of his looks on the female detective. She was lovestruck by his defensive mode for his wife. I'm certain they would think how perfect he is as a husband and wonder why I cheated. But they aren't me, and they certainly weren't dragged to the alter by some gangster who could pass off as a saint. 

...

I receded to my room after listening to him talk to the chief of police. He will pay for this. Jake's death and ad having me go through chagrin from the detectives, he will pay for everything.

...

I sauntered to my closet, trying to figure out what outfit was perfect as a disguise. I needed to be at work.

I found my dark leather coat, with a hoodie. I thought more about how to pair the outfit with a black or white turtle neck and a shade and possibly a facemask. That certainly would hide my face.

"Perfect." I forced a smile before letting out a sigh to try to relieve the tension I was feeling but the more I thought about waddling through that mansion gate, the more paranoid I get. 

There certainly must be reporters lurking around the gate.

"Phew! Damon Damon Damon!" I growled.

Suddenly my phone rang and when I reached for it-it was my mother. 

'I saw this coming.'

"Hello, mum." 

"You are a disgrace." She shrieked over the phone and like usual, she didn't care to ask me my part of the story. 

"It will be fine in a few days, but my life won't," I mumbled recalling how pitiful my life was.

"You are the reason you will never live happily with your husband. How could you cheat on him?" 

"He is not a saint either," I argued. 

"Be quiet. No one will believe you. Stop causing problems for yourself, and enjoy this life we've given you." 

"You've got that right." I scoffed "For the first time, you got it right." I tried to dab the tears from my eyes but they kept falling like an erupted volcano. "I never asked for any of this. I don't want this life. You people keep imposing your decision on me. I'm not living the life I want, I'm in a prison. The worse part is, there is no way out. My life is designed by the people that should have supported me in making my own choices. I'm twenty-nine, but it feels like I'm sixteen." 

"You are selfish." My mum shrieked at me over the phone.

I never knew that having a dream was a selfish thing. I never realized how wanting to paint one's art and create one's magic was an inconsiderate thing to do. I thought we all decide what to do with our lives.

Now I'm certain, that I'm alone. 

I could feel my chest pulling taut, and a pain as if I was gored by a dagger almost shredding me apart. Her words hurt more than living my life with a gangster for the past five years and being a suspect for a murder I didn't commit. 

There was no one I could rely on. 

"Bye!" I hung up and switched the phone off. There is no way I'm entertaining any calls from anyone. 

...

I sat on the glass table in the middle of my closet, staring at my miserable reflection. The Mirror was just right opposite me and by the corner, was a frame I made of myself and Jake. 

I shuffled to the reflector and held the frame. Suddenly the memories of the night Jake died flashed before my eyes. The frame dropped from my hand and shattered on the floor. I sprawled instantly as I tried to hold the painful moans slowly evading my lips.

No matter how much I tried to let it go, I won't ever forgive Damon for taking yet again, a man I loved wholeheartedly. 

At first, it was nothing more than sex to me, but slowly he crept into my heart leaving me wanting more. Since I married Damon I've never felt I was important.

Lucas made me feel like a woman again. Like I was loved and deserves everything magnificent. There were no conditions, just two people dying to be in each other's arms. 

But like my life, he ruined it. Everything Damon touches was left in ruins. 

If I can't make him pay, then I will make sure I ruin his life, like he ruined mine. I don't care if I need to yield to his rules. He won't see me coming, I will destroy him while having him think he has complete control over me. 

I have absolutely nothing to lose, and if it costs me my life, then so be it.