บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed By My Ex: I Married His Uncle: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Cassandra's POV I knew this day would come eventually but I could not stop myself from being nervous. It wasn't the first time I was going to meet Alaric's parents, who were also Sinclair's grandparents; this time, it was different. I was meeting them after dramatically breaking off my engagement with Sinclair on our wedding day then showing up the next month married to Alaric. The feeling it gave me was unnerving. "It is just a meal, there is nothing to worry about," I told myself while staring at the mirror on the dressing table. I looked modest enough to meet my in-laws. There wasn't a need for me to overthink it after all my plans were to leave this marriage. The old madam and mister of the Von Duvall family were already in their 70's; they should not be that difficult. After giving myself a lot of pep talk, I finally left the bedroom, strolling down the corridor to the stairs. I eventually made my way out and my eyes immediately caught sight of Alaric an

Cassandra's POVThe silence was suffocating. I held my breath for a moment. My heart beat slowed down. This was the first time I would be facing the Von Duvalls, especially Sinclair's parents, after the dramatic reveal of my marriage to Alaric.As soon as we stepped into the sitting room, every head turned. The firelight cast long shadows across the antique rugs and heavy oak furniture, but it did nothing to warm the chill that settled over me. Their eyes fell on us, and it sent chills straight down my spine. If left alone, I would have bolted for the door immediately, Alaric's firm hold on my waist told me not to even think of it.He leaned towards my ears to whisper intimately, and I noticed Eleanor's face crumple noticeably at what looked like a display of affection, if they knew Alaric was threatening me in broad daylight."Fix your expression, Cassandra, they need to believe that we have a perfect marriage." His breath fanned on the shell of my ears sending chills straight t

Cassandra's POV Alaric led me straight to the dining room. On the way, I tried to distract myself with intricate architecture and numerous paintings on the wall. Still, Sinclair’s gaze never left my back. I felt his presence so close I was just a second away from turning around and giving him a piece of mind Luckily for him, Alaric was beside me. He remained quiet with a calm demeanour I couldn't read, but I noticed subtle signs. How his hands on my waist twitched at times or the way his jaw clenched for a short moment The distance from the main living room to the dining room was a short walk but it felt endless until eventually we arrived at a pair of large double doors that were still open "You don't necessarily have to speak to anyone except when my parents speak to you directly..." Alaric advised just before we proceeded inside. I nodded at him before I took the step forward What Alaric said had a simple meaning: don't give a fuck about anyone aside from

Cassandra's POV The first meal continued and they chose lighter topics trying to ignore the ticking bomb in the room the entire time I felt his attention on me even when he seemed engrossed in the topic they were sharing Sinclair was the only one who was finding it had to keep expression, his every action was so rigid I could feel the tension rolling off him. Alaric of course noticed this but chose to ignore it By the time we got to the main meal. I was filling my plate while Regina was casually talking about some family event I could not even bother learning about. The meal looked palatable and I was eating for two. After filling my plate with some self-indulgent cravings I was about to dig in when my plate was snatched right before my eyes My head snapped to Alaric, who was talking to Regina. His hostility was pretty mild now that Eleanor and her husband had decided to bury the hatchet. My plate was immediately replaced by another plate that had a si

Cassandra's POV Alaric might be infuriating, but Sinclair was on another level.The words hung in my head like a scream I couldn’t let out. His breath was hot against my face, too close, carrying the faint scent of wine from dinner. His palm was still flat against the wall beside my ear, caging me in. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the barely restrained violence in the way his shoulders tensed.My back pressed harder against the cold plaster, as if I could sink through it and disappear. I just stared at the bastard cussing my luckHis jaw was clenched so hard it could crack. "Are you really not going to say anything?" he asked, leaving dumbfounded. I laughed at him, I just couldn't help it. I have been avoiding an all-out confrontation all this time, and I never expected him to bring it up himself. My laugh infuriated him of course. He slammed his hand against the wall again and I jolted from fear. "What the hell is so funny?" He asked, leaning in closer, his