Chapter 6

She was wearing a long, dark silk robe, her long hair falling over her shoulders. She looked completely relaxed, yet the icy aura radiating off her filled the entire room with a suffocating tension. Her dark eyes swept over the shattered glass, landed on Andrew and Kate, and finally settled on me lying on the floor.

Her face darkened, her expression turning terrifyingly furious.

She turned her gaze onto Andrew and Kate, her voice dropping into a dangerous, deadly calm.

“Go back to your rooms,” Taylor ordered, every word cut from steel. “If you keep making a scene in my house, you’re both out on the street tonight. Do I make myself clear?”

Andrew swallowed hard, his posture immediately shrinking. He knew Taylor wasn't making empty threats; she had the authority and the power to kick them out without a second thought.

“Baby, let’s go,” Andrew muttered nervously to Kate. Without waiting for her answer, he scooped Kate up into his arms and quickly carried her out of the dining room, practically running to escape Taylor’s wrath.

I watched them leave, every breath I took burning with a deep, agonising pain.

Once they were gone, the heavy silence returned. Taylor gently walked across the room, stepping over the broken glass until she reached where I was sitting on the floor.

She knelt beside me, her hands warm and firm as she gripped my shoulders.

“It’s late,” Taylor murmured, her voice softening into something surprisingly gentle. “Why aren't you eating? Why are you out here letting yourself get hurt like this?”

She looked up at the untouched food on the table, then back at me. “Have you eaten?”

I gave a faint, quiet nod.

Without another word, Taylor slid her hands under my arms and pulled me up, lifting me gently to my feet.

We were standing dangerously close now. The room felt like it was spinning slightly from the alcohol, making me dizzy, but my mind was painfully clear.

Looking at Taylor’s calm, protective face, the dam inside me finally broke. All the humiliation, the betrayal of watching my husband kiss my sister, and the overwhelming weight of five years of lies came crashing down on me at once.

“I’m so sorry, Taylor...” I sobbed, unable to hold back the flood of tears any longer.

I buried my face straight into her chest, wrapping my arms around her as a loud, ragged cry tore from my throat. I just needed to let it all out.

Taylor didn't pull away. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me firmly against her body while one of her hands gently patted the back of my head.

“It’s okay,” Taylor whispered softly near my ear. “Stop crying. You’re safe now.”

I cried until my lungs burned and my throat felt raw. When I finally managed to pull my face back from her chest, I gasped in horror. The front of her silk robe was completely soaked with my tears and smudged mascara.

“I... I’m so sorry!” I stammered out, my hands trembling as I frantically reached out, carelessly rubbing my hands over her chest to try and dry the wet fabric. “I soaked your clothes... I... I didn't mean to...”

Taylor didn't stop my hands. She stood entirely still, her dark eyes tracking my frantic movements with an intensity that made my heart leap into my throat.

Before I could apologise again, Taylor grabbed my wrists in one swift motion. She pulled my hands down and yanked me forward so hard that I stumbled, my chest slamming directly against hers once more.

Our bodies pressed tightly together, her warmth seeping straight through my clothes.

She reached up with one hand, her fingers gently threading through my hair, tilting my face up so I had no choice but to look at her.

“So tell me, Sophia...” Taylor murmured; her voice was low, velvet purr that vibrated against my chest. “Who is your husband?”

I stared into her dark, mesmerising eyes, completely spellbound.

“You...” I whispered, my voice raspy from crying. “Taylor... you’re my husband.”

A slow, gorgeous smile spread across Taylor’s lips, full of dark satisfaction.

“Then tell me,” she whispered, leaning in closer until her lips were brushing against mine. “Next time... are you ever going to cry over another man again?”

“No...” I breathed out, shaking my head slightly against her touch. “No... never.”

Taylor’s smile deepened.

“That’s my good girl,” she purred softly.

Before I could catch my breath, Taylor closed the tiny distance between us, placing her lips firmly over mine.

The kiss was deep, slow, and completely possessive. It sent a sudden spike of electric heat straight down my spine, washing away the bitter taste of betrayal and replacing it with something wild and overwhelming. I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my arms around her neck, kissing her back effortlessly, giving in to the heat.

Taylor’s arm slid down to my waist, pulling me so tightly against her that there wasn't a single inch of space left between us. She deepened the kiss, claiming every drop of my breath until my knees felt weak and my head spun out of control.

When she finally broke the kiss, we were both panting heavily, our warm breaths mingling in the cool night air.

Taylor looked down at me with a dangerous, seductive smile playing on her lips.

“Let’s go back to our room,” she whispered, her voice laced with a heavy, irresistible temptation as she kept her arm locked firmly around my waist staring at me.