All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I was baffled at how I sought Zayne and his acknowledgement more than anything else in the world, as if he was the shore I require. His one praise was enough to soothe me and brighten my day as I was following his trails, refusing to interact with another person.“Mrs. Nightwood, your husband is not going anywhere. Relax.” One teased us when they saw my attachment, especially the glow on my face after he removed the choker.“I know. This is exactly why I am here.” I replied sheepishly, my both hands clutching onto his arm with my uttermost delight.“My, my, such devotion. And look at Zayne, he is enjoying it.” He let out a professional, charming chuckle, “Why wouldn’t I? It's hard to find a partner like Mrs Nightwood.”“You've truly changed, Kristine, when did you become such a wifey?” A colleague, also a rival, commented as she joined the conversation. “You look... different. What happened? When did you become such a lover girl?” She teased me.Everyone was noticing the way my ey

KRISTINE’S POV********************The storm was high, my mind was a frantic mess, jerking up at the slightest sound made, frightening me each passing second.I couldn't stay in the bedroom, the darkness was consuming me, the absence of Zayne and the coldness within these walls began to take its toll on me. ‘Please Zayne, forgive me before your negligence kills me.’On the grand staircase, I was sitting with an aching pain in my body. My eyes were exhausted, barely opened but fixed it on the front door, waiting for Zayne to settle this misery.I didn’t know when I drifted off. I waited, and waited. At this dark and solitude, my shadow was my only companion.Later, the click of the lock woke me up, my eyes half-lid when I caught onto Zayne’s silhouette. Zayne came, his coat was dampened from the rain. His eyes widened when he saw me curled on the steps, waiting for him, freezing.For a second, the punishing husband he was for the weeks died. Replaced by genuine guilt as he threw hi

KRISTINE’S POV********************After a painfully long month, my prayers were listened to and the darkness of the home had vanished, replaced by the mellow glow.The silence was no longer painful, no longer silent threats and being ignored, but light with the anticipation of his return. I had spent my entire afternoon preparing dishes of Zayne’s liking, humming to myself with delight.I won’t ever displease my man again. My face glowed when Zayne came home. I checked my reflection, fixed myself, and rushed to his side, greeting him with a grin. “Welcome home!” I beamed, waving my hand before I wrapped my arms around his waist.He smiled, ruffling my hair, “I am home.”Zayne was surely tired from work. Exhaustion written all over his features. But the moment his eyes landed on me– hugging him like I could never yearn for anything else, at the food on the dining table– an exquisite smile came to his lips.“Oh, Kristine,” he chuckled, a musical sound to my ears. He pulled me to

During our stroll, we stopped at a stall overflowing with flowersA local woman, beaming with a smile, draped a traditional lei around my neck, probably as a sign of blessing.Then, she turned to Zayne.“And for the handsome father!” she chirped, placing a bright pink flower crown onto his head.My eyes twinkled in delight, grinning at Zayne who was stunned at the moment. He was standing in the middle of a crowded street wearing a crown of neon pink petals. “Oh my,” I giggled, reaching for my phone, “Stay right there. I need evidence.”He blinked, regained his senses posed for the picture before turning to the lady with a frown, “Hey come on, where is my Lady’s? Mrs. Nightwood deserves a crown. She is my Queen,” He demanded, causing the woman to laugh and place a crown over my head too as we took a few pictures.“Now we look complete. A crown for the King and his Queen.” he grinned, wrapping his arms around shoulder, kissing my cheeks as I took a random blurry picture while laughin

THIRD POV***************Rose was in the living room, using her phone, frowning at Kristine’s latest posts. The blurry, laughing photo from Hawaii, the flower crowns, the heart in the sand.To the world, it was the picture of a fairytale recovery. To Rose, it was a bewildering situation."Aree you truly happy or is he making you act like this?" Rose whispered to the empty room. “I just hope you are fine, Kristine.”She looked for the spark in Kristine's eyes, but all she saw was a reflection of Zayne, that man was becoming her world in a way no man ever dared to. She was lost, worried for Kristine until a thud appeared at her door, startling her. Rose was confused, ‘Who could it be?’In their world, a midnight knock rarely brought good news.She checked, exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding when Antler was there.“Antler?”She opened the door, he was leaning against the frame by his shoulder. Reek of alcohol and a sly smirk on his scarred face. His hair a tempting me