Chapter 5

Sabrina’s Pov

The room fell silent. I didn’t look away, because for the first time since my world crumbled, my expression wasn’t broken.

Tucker stood by the door, his hand unmoving on Fiona’s waist, the other on the door handle as if he was trying to recall why he had walked in.

“Are you okay?” Nevan asked, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.

Tucker’s eyes followed the movement, his jaw locked as he watched how close we were.

Good. Let him watch, let him see everything.

“Get your hands off my wife!” he growled.

Nevan didn’t pull away, that was something I noticed. His hands were still on me, as if he wasn’t afraid of being seen with me. Like he had no intentions of pretending that everything was a mistake.

His eyes glinted with mischief as he slowly turned to face Tucker, “Well,” his tone was calm, too calm. “You have always had a flair for making a statement,” he winked at me.

My breath caught, my chest tightening as I stared at him, he was taking this more than I thought he would. Acting like he had been planned all along.

Tucker shut the door behind him, as if he didn’t want the world to see a lie that was cracking through the illusion. “What the hell are you thinking? Sabrina? In a fucking public place?”

His voice wasn’t raised. He didn’t look cold and detached.

I almost laughed. Now he had questions.

Now he needed answers.

“this…”I leaned into Nevan, my hand on his chest, feeling the calm yet thunderous heartbeat that resonated through me. “This is me moving on, choosing me.”

The words landed clean. Sharp just like his actions had hurt.

Fiona shifted from his touch, I could see the flicker in her eyes, a slight fear as she noticed the confidence that I eluded.

Trucker’s jaw tightened, his eyes on Nevan’s hand that hadn’t left my face, “You are still my wife!” he hissed.

I should applaud him for keeping his voice low. I guess he was slowly getting to understand how it feels to hide the pain.

“No, I was your wife.” I bit out. “But now, I am the woman you lost.”

Tucker growled, Nevan’s hand moved around my waist, a possessive hold that made me feel secure. “Who do you think you are?” Tucker hissed.

Nevan smiled, “The man who will love her, more than you could,”

“You think this will change anything?” Tucker hissed, his eyes gleaming with frustration. “Have you thought about what people will say? Have you even imagined what this would mean to you?”

I didn’t.

And maybe that was a good thing.

“They will move on, you have a woman you have been sleeping with, she can be the Luna,” I hissed, my glare on the woman who ruined my life.

Was it a ruin? Should it be considered a ruin?

I sat up straight, “Leave, Tucker, I will have my lawyers send the papers to you,” I said.

He let out a low laugh, “Do you think you will survive? You have nothing, no life…”

“She has me!” Nevan cut in.

My heart hadn’t stopped pounding in my chest, but this time it wasn’t from fear or pain. It was from something I haven't felt in a long time.

Control.

I was finally getting it back.

His eyes scanned my face, as if he was searching to find something. “You are going to regret this,” he said in a low tone.

There wasn’t any love in his eyes. No regret.

Just a man with a bruised ego.

“Leave,” my voice was cold, controlled as I stared at him.

Something dangerous flashed through his eyes, “Sabrina…”

“Leave, Tucker, there is nothing for you here,”

My tone was blunt, no hesitation, no softness.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Nevan beat him to it, “You heard her,” his voice dripping with authority.

Tucker left out a quiet scoff, shaking his head slightly, “This isn’t over,” he hissed, yanking the door open as he stormed out.

It wasn’t over, I knew that. Men like Tucker didn’t accept defeat.

Fiona followed him, lingering at the door as she looked at me with an unsure look on her face. When the door closed, I finally let out the breath that I was holding. A low chuckle rumbled through me, I did it. Not entirely but this was a start.

“Are you okay?” Nevan asked, he was asking that a lot.

I smiled, “Never better.” And I meant it. “Thank you for helping,” my voice cracked in the end.

“always.” He nodded. “The woman…”

“That is the mistress, the woman who has taken everything,” I muttered.

A tear rolled down my cheek, it wasn’t from pain, not in the way I was thinking. I felt free.

Nevam slowly pulled his hand from my waist, worry etched on his face as he stared at me, “Sabrina…”

“I am fine, I just… five years, five years Nevan and this is how it ends,” my voice cracked. “You didn’t have to,” I stared at him, wondering what was going to become of him now that he was in this war.

“I did.”

“he is going to come for you, he is going to…” My eyes widened, I wasn’t thinking straight, and now he was slowly getting into harm’s way.

He had that smile, “I would love to see him try.”

I shook my head, he had no idea about the kind of man Tucker was, about the people he had as allies. “I need to leave, I need to go somewhere that he won’t find me,” my voice rambled on.

He grabbed my hand, “You are safe…”

“I am not. Tucker isn’t letting this go without a fight,” I whispered, my fear finally known.

He sighed, “he won’t get you…”

“How are you sure about that?”

He stared at me, something unreadable in his eyes. “Marry me, Sabrina.”