The Scar That Saved Her

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Scar That Saved Me

Selene’s POV

The room was quiet. Too quiet.

I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the soft carpet beneath my feet. My fingers clutched the sides of my gown. It was beautiful—smooth, silky, expensive—but I hated it. I hated how it clung to my body. I hated how it reminded me of what I feared was coming.

I had barely finished breathing in when the door creaked open.

I didn’t move.

I already knew who it was.

The air shifted. His scent filled the room—a mix of pinewood and smoke, something dark, something heavy. I kept my eyes on the floor as the door clicked shut behind him. Every part of me stiffened.

His steps were slow, controlled, like he had all the time in the world. But I didn’t.

I was running out of courage.

“You’re quiet,” he said.

I swallowed hard. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I live here. You live here now too. Why wouldn’t I come to my wife’s room?”

My stomach twisted at that word. Wife. I wasn’t even sure what I was anymore.