Georgina Sinclair's POV:It's time for our dinner now.The word sounds more like a challenge than a routine necessity tonight. I'm not that hungry. But I'm not about to give anyone the satisfaction of thinking that I am hiding in my room and licking my wounds they inflicted. So I fix my dress before heading down the grand staircase.The hall smells of freshly baked bread and roasted meat. It smells familiar and comforting even. But when I get closer to the dining area, I can already hear her voice before I see her.Danica."Oh! You girls have such sharp eyes!" Danica cooed to a group of young omegas while her hand is waving through the air like she's conducting a private symphony. "Yes. Alpha Ryan gave this to me. Isn't it stunning?"I round the corner and finally see it. There is a new necklace around her neck. It's gold and glistening through the chandelier with a pale lavender gem set in the middle of it. It's one of those stones often sold by desperate healers claiming to stabiliz
Georgina Sinclair's POV:The next morning arrives in a quiet stillness. It's the kind that lingers on the edge of something unresolved. My schedule is mercifully empty today. There are no gatherings, no visitors and I do not have to smile merely for show.I am enjoying a cup of chamomile tea slowly while curled up in an armchair by the window with my leg tucked under me. I am also observing the grey sky cover the estate like a mood. There is a storm brewing. I can sense it in my bones. Or maybe it is just the aftermath of yesterday.Either way, I want to go out. I need some fresh air and not the kind of air from this suffocating mansion. Maybe I can go somewhere where the shopkeepers are being too nosy to care, to smell a lot of scents that don't remind me of betrayal and to feel some soft fabrics where I can run my fingers through. Maybe I need some little shopping therapy to distract myself.I should probably ask Ver to accompany me. I make a mental note to call her in an hour and a
Georgina Sinclair's POV:After leaving my room, the first thing I do is double lock the door. I twist the handle twice then check it again just to be sure. After that, I stalk to the windows and snap them shut one by one before drawing the thick curtains together with a sharp tug. No one is going to see what is happening inside. No one is going to hear whatever I say. I want the walls inside my room to close in like a vault. I want to feel it like my own skin hugging tight to my body after too many years of pretending I wasn't suffocating in this marriage. So when the last curtain falls and the lock clicks one final time, I let out a slow and bitter exhale.Danica.Her scent still lingers faintly inside the room and clinging to the air like mildew. I can still smell the sugary-sweet perfume she always wears that's supposed to make her seem gentle and maternal. But for me, it is just making my stomach churn.Soon, my eyes flick to the vanity. The one drawer that she was opening. Of al
Georgina Sinclair's POV:By the time the gates of the estate come into view, the sun is starting to dip lower in the sky and smearing burnt orange and gold across the horizon like some melancholy painting. The drive has taken longer than expected because of traffic, rain and my own scattered thoughts. It all conspires to stretch the day to its limit.I drive through the iron gates without much thought. The guards are already familiar with my car. The gravel crunches beneath the wheels while the mansion looms in front of me. It looks grand, cold and distant in a way that doesn't bring me any comfort now. It should feel like home. It should be a place where I can finally breathe.But today... Today it feels heavy.I step out of the car and stretch my back with a quiet wince. Then I grab my purse. The main doors open before I even reach the stairs. One of the household staff is already anticipating my arrival. I don't say much and just gives them a small nod of acknowledgement. I'm too
Georgina Sinclair's POV:The late afternoon sun is warm against my skin when we step out of the restaurant. There is a casual breeze in the air but the heaviness between us keeps staying like the final note of a song that hasn't fully ended.Alpha Marius stands beside me with his hands in his pockets as if he didn't just turn my entire day upside down with nothing but words and presence. Then his eyes flickers to mine."I can bring you back." he smoothly offered like it's a habit.But I shake my head while holding onto what little space I have left."There's no need for that. I brought my car with me." I replied while keeping my tone even.Marius doesn't push the matter which I both expect and hate from him. He simply nods his head once with an unreadable expression on his face. Maybe it's respect or it's his cold patience again. The tension should ease now that we are outside. But it doesn't.I glance toward my car parked just down the sidewalk. I take a step away. Then two. But I c
Georgina Sinclair's POV:I exhale slowly to steady my voice before it leaves my lips."It's too tempting." I said.Marius tilts his head just a little while watching me with that maddening stillness of his. He really is a calculated and a controlled man. But I also know that he is listening to every syllable I speak and watching every twitch in my expression. So I don't give him much."But." I continued while holding his gaze. "I still have a lot to consider."Alpha Marius doesn't interrupt me again. And I am starting to hate that about him. He doesn't push, rush or try to convince me. He is just letting the weight of my own thoughts to do the work. And that infuriates me because it's an effective method to me."I'm still married." I plainly said even though the words taste like rust in my mouth. "Alpha Ryan and I... Whatever bond we had is almost shattered. But it's still there. We are still legally and publicly connected with each other. It's stagnant but still not broken."Alpha Ma