All Chapters of Untamed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Two weeks had passed since I first laid eyes on Michael. My husband mentioned he was traveling around the country, reconnecting with extended family and childhood friends. I couldn't say I was anything less than relieved. With him gone, the house had settled back into its familiar, gentle rhythm. I was finally enjoying the peaceful atmosphere again, a sense of normalcy I had feared was permanently disrupted.Given our last explosive encounter, the idea of a normal mother-son relationship was a fantasy. Who was I kidding? He would never see me as a maternal figure not with barely a handful of years between us. I hadn’t signed up for this silent war when I married Kwame, but perhaps it was an inevitable price for the happiness I’d found.My thoughts were shattered by a familiar, impatient knocking on the bathroom door. “Hurry up, honey, or I’m going to be late for my lecture!”“I’m almost done! Just a second!” I shouted back, quickly rinsing my face.I wasn’t attending his class today, b

The tension in the room was a physical presence, thick and suffocating, sharp enough to cut. A deafening silence swallowed the space where Frank’s damning words still seemed to echo. Nelly’s hand was frozen over her mouth, her eyes wide with a mixture of horror and stunned admiration for my audacity.I stood rooted before Michael, the empty glass clutched in my white-knuckled hand, my chest rising and falling with ragged, furious breaths.I watched a storm of emotions break across Michael’s face, shock, white-hot anger, utter humiliation. His body went rigid, a statue of coiled fury, his right fist clenched so tightly the tendons stood out on his forearm. Then, as if a steel curtain fell, he masked it all behind an unnerving calm. The control was more terrifying than the rage.He took slow, deliberate steps toward me, closing the distance until only inches separated us. I could feel the faint, mint-cool breeze of his breath on my heated skin. He loomed, using his height to intimidate,

I woke to the sun streaming across my face, a golden bar of heat on my cheek. I stretched, my hand patting the empty space where my husband should have been. The sheets on his side were cool. I sat up, rubbing the grit of sleep from my eyes. “David?” I called out, my voice still rough with sleep. Silence. He was always home on Saturdays. A sliver of unease made me swing my legs out of bed. The bathroom was dark, the tap silent. My eyes caught a flash of white on the floor, a note, lying like a fallen petal beside his pillow.Had to run to an urgent meeting. Will be late. Don’t bother with dinner. P.S. You looked too beautiful asleep. Didn’t have the heart to wake you. A smile warmed my face. I traced his handwriting with a finger, the familiar scrawl a temporary anchor, before setting the note carefully on the nightstand.The day stretched before me, luxurious and empty. A true Saturday. I lounged in bed, scrolling through my phone in a contented haze until a notification blinked, a

I studied my reflection in the bathroom mirror, attempting to smooth the evidence of disarray from my appearance. I ran my fingers through my hair again and again, restoring some order, before drawing a steadying breath and returning to the celebration.“Raquel, are you okay?” Frank asked the moment I reappeared, his voice laced with immediate concern.“Yes, I’m fine,” I replied, my tone deliberately light.“Are you sure?” His gaze swept over me, analytical and worried. “Your dress is a bit rumpled, and your hair looks… different.”“I said I’m fine,” I repeated, a note of finality entering my voice.“Frank, drop it,” Nelly chided gently. She then looked at me, and her eyes clearly communicated that our conversation was merely postponed. I gave her a small, soft smile and a nod.“We were waiting for you to cut the cake,” she announced, shifting the mood.“And here I am,” I said, summoning a cheerful demeanor.“I know you wouldn’t have the nerve to ruin my day,” she teased.We all laughe