THE GLASS WIFE; the storm he built himself 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

SERENA'S POV "E-Eliot?"He stared at me, features dark. Surprised but not so surprised. "So this is where you've been?"What?"All this time... This is where you've stayed? In this house, with my mom... and I searched everywhere for you."Oh, he was referring to me staying here after leaving the house. But how did he know to come here right now?"Serena," he stepped closer. "Let's talk. We need to talk, I need to explain and-"No." I breathed, halting his steps. "No talking. I don't want to talk. Goodbye." I pushed the door close then. Aiming to shut him out, same way I'd opened up to him. Then I'd head back upstairs like nothing happened. Like he didn't show up out of the blue after what just happened to me on my bed.But that didn't work.Just before the door jammed shut, his foot stopped it. Gray eyes quick to understand what I had in mind without me speaking at all. "Serena, you-I pushed on the door then, not letting him speak. Pressing my body against it, putting pressure. Him

ELIOT’S POV“You look like fun.” he smirked, amused. “Trust you’ll be alright. I'll take her now don’t worry.”Don’t worry? I shouldn’t worry, while you’re referring to my wife? My woman.And where the hell was he taking her? Home. What home? Where?It had better not be what I think it is. It had better not be.Reason why as their car rode off, “Let’s go.” I turned to Elias on my right. Heading for the car with only one thought in mind; Follow them.It was one thing to act so audacious in front of my face, but it was another to house the one woman that everyone knew was mine! If Axel really did that, then he was asking for a visit. A real good visit, and I’d been feeling the need to pay some persons visitations recently.“Boss,” Elias said as we got in, “The warden called. Mackwell been trying to work a few things at the back.”Victor? He wanted to pull one of his tricks and escape jail time? No way was that happening. Not after the wicked stunt he pulled. Letting those piece of shits

ELIOT'S POV "She got herself an apartment and has since relocated there! Quit yelling at me." Mom snapped, her frowns turning quickly to irritation. She left me then, going back into the house.I immediately went after her, my mind blank. Even as I tried not to, panicked thoughts still slipped in.I couldn't go back to not knowing where she was. I just couldn't. Even if she wouldn't return home with me, I should at least get to see her. Know where she was, not live blankly unable to talk to her. How then would we get past this? We still had the probation to think about! How could she do this? Again!"I'd imagine that you two will have a bit of talk after your sexual escapades under my roof, but no. You didn't. You didn't speak with her and yet come here to yell at me in my own house!" Her voice echoed, pissed as she headed for one of the couches in the living room. Everywhere clean and tidy now, unlike earlier in the morning.I watched her settle down, grabbing back her snacks she'd

SERENA'S POV "Should we place a purple piece over here? Think it'll be nice?" I turned to Mae, holding out the rose patterned fabric over the mannequin. My eyes watching her features twist in concentration, debating her response."No... I think the purple suits better on the white. Gives it that elegant yet structured look." She said, "Maybe you could use a black?"Black?On this piece?I frowned, turning back to the mannequin. “Black might swallow the detailing,” I muttered, lifting the purple against the bodice again. “This collection is supposed to breathe, not brood. It's a garden collection.""Yeah but..." she came closer, staring at the mannequin and then at the black draped mannequin on the other side. “Look at the contrast… it could sharpen the silhouette of the sage green.”I paused.She wasn’t wrong.But wasn't so right either. I was trying to build an outdoorsy collection, black doesn't really scream outdoors does it?"Maybe the rose patterns are the problem." I muttered,

ELIOT'S POV "I left.Finally left him. The house. The name. The version of myself that lived there.A lot happened, more than I can even process, but I made rules to keep things steady—to keep him steady.And for almost a week now, it's been working.My place. My air. My rhythm.Everything felt right.But then my body decided to embarrass me.Out of nowhere—memories.Not emotional ones.The other kind.The ones that hit low and warm and make you forget you even moved out.It started as one flash, then another, then the whole thing replaying like it had a point to prove.I’ve been restless since yesterday.Twisting.Turning.Thinking things I have NO business thinking.Remembering the way it felt.The way he felt.The way I reacted.The way he didn’t stop until I couldn’t think straight.It’s irritating.It’s distracting.But so stupidly good.And here I am—typing this instead of doing something reckless.Rules are rules…but rules can be changed.As long as he’s willing to listen.