“Do you know how I feel? You act like you own nothing, but you’re wrong, Karen, cause you own me.” William~ My heart doubles in beat and I turn around to see William standing in the kitchen with black jean, a white inn and a brown leather jacket. There’s a bit of snow on his blonde hair, which is now shorter than I remember, but his stubble beard remains.Nothing compares to having William here now and to be honest, I’m lost for words to say as those grey eyes pierce into mine.“Hey,” he begins, as if knowing my predicament. “Hey, how did you get in?”There’s a smile at the corner of his lips, “I’ve still got Hope’s key with me.”I press my lip together, “I thought you had a lot of work to do before closing for the year.” He steps towards me. “I did, I do and I’ll do them. But did you think I’ll let my wife spend her favourite holiday alone?” “No,” I reply, “So you were here when I called?” He nods and my lips slowly press together and my eyes wander around.“You’re not happy to s

“I can’t have your blood on my hands. I can’t lose you, and I won’t!” William~ My eyes open in a room with three people in lab coats and mask over their nose and a rubber cap over their head. They are all standing around me and they seem to do something to me. With all my might, I force my hand up to grab the wrist of the one standing beside me. He turns and looks down at me and my mouth opens to speak. “You’re in the hospital, ma you’re saf—” “Don’t tell him,” I cut her off, “please, the baby.” “You need to relax and let us help you, ma.” Is the reply of the lady in green with a white face mask. “Don’t tell him,” I keep on murmuring until everything fades off. When my eyes open again, I’m alone in the room... My eyes drop to my side and I see William there, his head is resting against the handle of the bed and his face shows great signs of fatigue and under his eyes are bags signalling lack of sleep. I notice he’s still in the same clothes as he was when I came back from Oxfor

“My wife said something that has been hunting me for a while and it was that I could decide how I wanted to be remembered in life. As a coward or as a brave man.” William ~ I get up from the bed and put on my jean trousers and the only shirt I can find around, which is William’s, and with the paper still in my hand I storm out of the room. I walk to the living room, where there are about four guards positioned at different corners. How the fuck does he get to decide such a terrible fate by himself? What makes him so sure there isn’t another way? I swear I will kick him harder on his junk if I ever see him again. “Where is William?” I ask one man in a black suit as I approach him. “William said to not disclose his whereabouts to anybody Mrs McQueen.” I grit my teeth and my cheeks heat in fury, “I am not anybody you dick, I’m his wife!” I hold myself from hitting him like the stupid fuck deserves and I step away from him. I draw a deep, angry breath and head for my room when I see

“I know what you had to go through, William, not knowing what was happening or what you did wrong, but trying to fix and make it right.” Karen~ A few weeks later, a few things were back to normal... Or at least that was how it seemed to everyone watching us from afar, but to William and I, we knew it wasn’t. After the night when it all went to hell, William suggested I take up therapy to help handle the trauma my body might develop because of the ordeal with Noel, but I didn’t see it as important and just shrugged it off. Since then we tried out sexual activity in the bedroom, but I couldn’t let him touch me because I feared being naked before him. William wanted to know if it was something he did and I told him it wasn’t, but I couldn’t tell him I was seeing Noel’s face whenever he touched me intimately or affectionately. I loved him so much and I needed him to satisfy me sexually and be there emotionally, but it is hard to do that when the face you see is the face of the man tha

Hey, lovely readers, this is a Christmas special chapter, hope you enjoy. A Merry Christmas from me to you .  “I love the Christmas-tide, and yet, I notice this, each year I live; I always like the gifts I get, but how I love the gifts I give!” ~Carolyn wells “One second,” I yell before getting up from the bed and going to the door after hearing a knock on it. I open the door, still rubbing my sleepy eyes, and when my eyes finally clear out, I see William standing at the door. He held his black suit over his shoulder with one hand and holding onto his suitcase with another. He looks a bit tired and worn, and I can’t blame him. Three days ago he received a call to be in the UK after the attack on the McQueens company that left many injured took place. Even though our tradition in this family during the holiday was to stay together, he had to leave. He promised to do everything he can on order to return to me in one piece and before