All Chapters of Consumed By Darkness: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Leah I couldn't focus at work. That damn drawing kept flashing in my mind. How long has Roman known about him? What else does he know? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. I could still remember what he said about not wanting to bring another him into this world. And I'd told him I wasn't his mother. So why are you scared, Leah? "Baby, how was school today?" I asked, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. "Not okay," he said simply, playing with the action figure he'd left in the car that morning. "Why? What happened?" "Nothing." "Come on, sweetheart. Tell mummy what happened," I urged gently. "Nothing," he repeated. I sighed, stopping at a red light. "So... do you want to talk about your drawing?" "Nope." God, who did he get his stubbornness from? "You think it's creepy too?" He suddenly asked, looking up from his toy. That made my chest tighten. "No," I said quickly. "I don't. Did someone say that to you?" He didn't respond. "Roman." "Miss. Parker." "T

Leah"And you wonder why he doesn't tell you things.""Sam—""Don't 'Sam' me." Her voice shook with anger. "I'm the one who gets to look after your kid while you work. You didn't even bother going to school to pick him up cause you assumed I was going to. I called you ten fucking times and you didn't pick any of them. Is your work more important than your own son?"My chest tightened."You're drowning, Leah," she said quietly, "and you don't even notice you're dragging people with you."She had no idea how hard it had been for me these past years. How much effort it takes to act normal. I'm holding everything together with shaking hands, praying it doesn't all collapse one day."And your solution is that I find a man to fuck me?" I spat. "Cause that's the only thing you keep hammering in my head."She blinked, hurt flickering before anger returned. "You know what? Fuck you." She jabbed a finger at my chest before turning to grab her purse. And she made sure to slam the door behind her

Leah He talked about his ex-wife and how she refused to respect him because she earned more. How modern feminism ruined women making wives not to know their places anymore. I blinked. No, seriously, where the hell did Sam find this douche bag? "I want a housewife," he continued. "I heard you're the CEO of your father's company. Nepotism at its finest," he clicked his tongue. "Anyway, you'd have to quit if we're going to get married." My fork froze over my plate. "We??" He chuckled. "You are thirty-two. That's an age where you shouldn't be picky about men. I'm doing you a favour by marrying you. No one wants a woman your age who's already..." he smirked his eyes, moving to my chest. "Used and old." My jaw dropped. The actual FUCK?! "I understand why your ex-wife left you. And I sympathise with the unfortunate woman who would end up with you." "Excuse me?" "This was a mistake," I muttered, standing and grabbing my purse. I turned to leave when he grabbed my arm. "Let go of

LeahI told Sam about the blind date, and she was more furious than I'd been recalling it. She almost stormed out to go find him, but I stopped her. "I handled it," I assured her.Well... I think I did. Anyways, she eventually calmed down,but I knew she was going to find him later. Honestly, I was just glad the blind dates were over.As for Edward, I didn't see him again until Wednesday, when I was taking Roman to school. I had managed to avoid him perfectly until now."Hi," he said, waving at me as he got into the elevator. He was smiling warmly at me, and that only made my guilt increase.I felt like I'd used him and ghosted him after. You did.I nodded politely, unable to meet his eyes.The elevator ride took more time than usual, and his eyes on me throughout weren't helping matters.When the door finally opened and I walked out with Roman, I thought he was going to stop me, but he didn't. Thank God.I dropped Roman off at school and watched him reluctantly drag his feet into

Leah Low music hummed in the background as I stepped into the bar, the heavy scent of whiskey thick in the air. I spotted Freya easily since she was one of the five people inside, tucked into a corner booth. Her fingers curled around a drink she hadn't so much as sipped. When her eyes lifted to meet mine, a smug smirk tugged at her lips, already grating on my nerves. "You're here," she said as I slid into the booth across from her. My heart was still hammering from hearing her voice over the phone. "What the fuck is going on?" I demanded. "How is he still alive? Why didn't I know until now? And what fucking game is he playing?" "I see you have a lot of questions.." She lifted a hand, waving toward the bar. "Hey, Tony! Another beer!" "I didn't come here for beer, Freya." Her smirk deepened. "Trust me, you will need it." The bartender, an older man, appeared a few seconds later and set down a glass of beer in front of me. "Enjoy," he said before disappearing. Freya picked up