All Chapters of Secrets of a Hidden Marriage: Chapter 211 - Chapter 215

"Let me go."She doesn't scream it. She says it low and tight, pressed against the mattress with Liam's weight above her and his mouth at her throat and two weeks of distance and fury and missed meals and sleepless nights colliding in the space between them with nowhere to go."Liam—"He kisses her instead. A deep, claiming kiss that isn't asking anything, that is only saying — you are mine, you were always mine, I have been miserable without you every single day — and for a moment she goes completely still because it lands everywhere at once, through her chest and her stomach and the stupid, traitorous parts of her that missed him the way you miss sunlight in a cold house.Then she gets her head back."I will scream," she says against his mouth."Your father's house," he says. "That would be embarrassing for both of us.""I will absolutely scream.""Allie." His voice is rough. He pulls back just enough to look at her — and she sees it, sees all the things he hasn't said. Two weeks of

The shirt never fully dries.I know it the moment I walk into the bathroom the next morning, still warm from sleep, and pick it up from where it ended up in the sink — crumpled and slightly damp and deeply, irreversibly wrinkled — and I stand there holding it with the specific expression of a woman reconstructing the sequence of events that led to this outcome.The sequence is: I was washing the shirt. Liam came in. The shirt went into the sink.The rest of the sequence is not relevant to the shirt."It's ruined," I say, when I walk back into the bedroom.Liam is sitting up against the headboard, the quilt pooled at his waist, watching me with the unhurried contentment of a man who slept well and is in no particular rush to begin the morning. There is something criminally unfair about how he looks right now — the morning light through the curtains, the particular dishevelment that happens when someone sleeps hard — and I hav