EVANGELINEThe way moonlight carved the angles of Gael’s face made him look almost otherworldly if not for the absolute coldness in those black eyes that promised nothing but pain.He'd changed from his earlier clothes into dark pajama pants and nothing else, his chest bare and marked with abs I'd never been allowed to feel.I struggled to catch my breath, lungs still burning from the toxic smoke."Can you please smoke somewhere else? I can barely breathe." The plea came out more desperate than I wanted, hoarse from sleep and the bitter poison that kept filling the room.My throat felt raw. I could taste the nasty nicotine coating my tongue. The smoke seemed to stick to everything, making the air thick and suffocating.Gael showed no reaction to my suffering. Instead, he smoothly got up from the bed, walking toward me with careful, measured steps that echoed in the choking silence.Terror crept up my spine.I hugged myself protectively, pulling the thin blanket closer to my shaking bo
EVANGELINEI let out a shaky breath, pressing my fingertips to my temples where a killer headache had settled in.The tension in my shoulders finally started to ease up as I walked toward our bedroom, but my heart was still pounding.Gael had disappeared after our blowout, leaving nothing behind except the echo of his nasty promise.I'd spent the whole day sneaking around and taking the long way through the mansion.The fear of facing whatever payback he had planned had eaten up every single thought, every breath and every second I was awake.The memory of that look on his face still messed with my head. The total shock that flashed across his features when I ripped those divorce papers to shreds right in front of him. He never expected me to fight for this dead marriage, never saw coming my sudden switch from victim to fighter.Honestly, neither did I.The decision had hit me just as hard. I'd been all set to sign those papers and get the hell out of this cold, loveless prison.Most
EVANGELINEI stood outside our bedroom door later that evening, my hand trembling on the handle.The conversation with his parents had left me emotionally drained, but I knew this confrontation was inevitable. I had made a decision, one that surprised even me, one I was determined to see through.I could hear movement inside. The clink of glass, the scrape of a chair. Gael was drinking again, drowning his sorrows in alcohol as he had been doing since our wedding day.I entered the room and the first thing I saw was his figure standing on the balcony, smoking while holding a glass in his other hand.The sight was so familiar now. Gael drowning his sorrows in alcohol and nicotine. The city lights of Aldermere spread out below him, but he seemed oblivious to the beauty of the view.He looked at me from the corner of his eye before setting down the cup, stuffing out the cigarette and walking toward me.I remained still and followed his movements with my eyes until there were only a few st
EVANGELINEThe flight back to Aldermere felt endless.We sat in separate sections of the private jet, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife.Gael buried himself in his laptop, pointedly ignoring my existence, while I stared out the window at the clouds below, my mind racing with questions I couldn't answer.The flight attendant this time wasn’t Sarah. She was a young woman with kind eyes. She approached me several times to offer refreshments, but I could barely manage more than water.My stomach was in knots, and every time I looked toward Gael's section of the plane, I felt anger and something else I couldn't quite identify. Hurt, maybe. Or disappointment.I tried to piece together the fragments of conversation I'd overheard, the tears in his mother's eyes, the desperation in Arthur's voice when he'd called me to his office that day.There was a story here, a complicated web of relationships and secrets that I was only beginning to understand.As we began our descen
EVANGELINEThe atmosphere indie the car was suffocating.Gael drove like a madman.I tightened my grip on my dress, squeezing the fabric until my knuckles were white.I wanted to curse him and hit him hard, but I knew that would do me no good, especially since he was at the height of his anger.His chest was rising and falling irritably, and his fist was squeezing the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white.The silence in the car was deafening, broken only by the sound of the engine and the occasional screech of tires as he took corners too fast.I stared at him, and tried to speak, but Gael’s warning glance told me not to say a word.His jaw was clenched so tightly I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin."You're driving too fast," I finally whispered, unable to keep quiet as he took another turn at dangerous speed."Shut up!" he snapped, not even looking at me.The car swerved slightly, and I gripped the door handle with my heart pounding. "Gael, please...""I said s
EVANGELINEI carelessly grabbed my bag from the ground and headed toward the road, ignoring Gael's presence. Unfortunately, I was mistaken for thinking I could escape him.His hand gripping my wrist forced me to face him."Let me go!" I exclaimed irritably, pulling away from him. The familiar pain of his grip made my heart race with remembered fear. "You're hurting me!""How dare you keep me waiting while you finished your dirty business with him?" He gritted his teeth with intense hatred.The accusation hit me like a slap, the crudeness of it making my stomach turn."Who told you to wait for me? I'm not going anywhere with you. I'll return to my home and family. We'll separate as soon as we arrive." My voice was shaking with anger and fear, but I forced myself to meet his eyes.I groaned when he grabbed my chin with his free hand, squeezing painfully until I was sure there would be marks."You don’t get to that!" His voice was low and threatening, each word dripping with menace.I cl