All Chapters of DEAR STRANGER, MARRY ME AGAIN: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SLOANE“Girl look at you looking so cute!” Annalise pulls me into a tight hug, which makes me uncomfortable. I know it's her because her voice gave her away. “Hi.” I pull away from her. I hate being touched because it reminds me of those horrific days. It's nothing to do with the people around but the feeling I get whenever I make contact.But how come I was unbothered when Ian touched me as he placed the IV back?I push the thought aside and focus on my best friend as she drills memories in my head.Anderson will probably get a heart attack when he realizes I snuck out.Through the window.In six inch thigh-high boots. Yep. I'm that girl. The music thumps through the floor beneath us. The bass matches the rhythm of my anxiety, but I keep my face calm, a resting bitch face that's locked and loaded. If I’m going to discover who I was before this… mess, I might as well look like I have my life together even if every inch of me is screaming otherwise.“You okay?” Annalise asks, tilt

SLOANE I groan as my eyes flutter open. My head is pounding like someone is drilling a hole inside my brain. I swear I’ll never drink again.My mouth tastes bitter, and my body feels like I danced barefoot on concrete.Which... I might have.I sit up slowly, squinting against the too-bright sunlight filtering in through sheer curtains I definitely don’t recognize. It takes a moment for my brain to register where I am.Our supposed room. I don't know when I'll get used to this. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and immediately regret it as the world tilts. My silver boots are neatly placed back in the closet and my jacket back where it was. Why would someone put- my thoughts pause as the scent of fabric softner reaches my nose. It's already cleaned?How long have I been asleep?With shaky legs that won't cooperate, I walk towards the shower, hoping that will make me feel better. I don't know how long I take before drying and throwing on the longest pants and long sleeved T

IANI'm constantly avoiding any situations that call for my reaction because I'm different. Mum always told me it was okay to feel, but she had no idea what allowing myself to feel is like.Where one feels an emotion, I feel it ten times worse. Which means the anger I have inside me right now is enough to wipe the fucking earth off the the solar system. Sloane has been nothing but trouble since she woke up. Hell, she's even playing pretend. I don't know if she thinks that will take away the fact that she betrayed me. I watch as she walks down the stairs in a dress so fucking short it should be illegal. A headache starts to form in my temples as she flashes me a fake smile meant to mock me.I really need to get some sleep. “Is this better?” She asks and I'm tempted to grab her and fuck her into submission. She's always been a spitfire. But not after I fuck her. That was before the wedding though. Ten minutes before the event changed everything and questioned every feeling I had for

IAN“Being here wasn't easy. My mother was a kind and compassionate woman. She meant the world to me, and seeing her taken away from me in the cruelest way broke me in ways I can't explain. But every day gets easier with my wife by my side.”The wife part is bullshit. She makes my life a living hell, but no one needs to know that. “Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome Mrs Quinn to join me as we launch the Katelyn Quinn foundation!”I step aside with a small smile as the applause rises again.But she doesn’t come.I glance toward the seat she was supposed to be in.It's till empty.The applause dies slowly into an awkward hush. People start shifting, glancing around for her. Me inclusive.I eye Anderson asking where she is with my eyes making him nod and rush out. A muscle ticks in my jaw.She’s doing this on purpose, isn't she?Throwing a tantrum like a fucking five year old.I should’ve known she'd pull something like this. She’s been on edge the entire day, walking around l

SLOANE “Please come with me, Mrs. Quinn. You don't have to see this.” Anderson comes up to me and places a jacket around my shoulders. Careful not to touch me.I recognize Ian's scent instantly. Shockingly, it calms me down instantly, making the jacket feel like a safety blanket. “Get her in the car.” His deep voice commands with that accent of his. “What is he going to do to him?” I ask.“Mrs. Quinn. Please.” Anderson says, but I refuse to bulge, and I know he won't touch me. “I want to watch.” I respond with my gaze fixed on Ian as he walks to the man lying on the concrete like an angel of death here to collect what he's due. I've always felt how cold he could be, but I never knew he could be this ruthless and lethal. I should feel bad and try to stop him, but the bastard not only played with my mental health, he almost raped me in the goddamn parking lot.I stay glued to my spot as I watch his foot connect with the man’s ribs, hard enough that I hear something crack.He leans d