Todos los capítulos de Married to the Devil: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 96

Natasha’s POVWho knew replanning a birthday your husband had recently cancelled would be hard? That wasn’t the hardest part. The hardest part was having to comfort him in his sleep just hours before his birthday. Not hard, but worrisome. Around three a.m., Tristan was fidgeting, having nightmares and just couldn’t sleep. He was muttering things like, “It was a mistake.” What was? I had no idea. All I did was hold him steady. The minute he snapped his eyes open, he withdrew. By the time the sun was high and the house had filled with the quiet chaos of last-minute preparations, we were already getting dressed.“You know you can still cancel the birthday if you want,” I said, adjusting his bow tie. “I know,” he replied, his voice low, “but Adelina is watching. She might go, ‘Tristan, why are you so stubborn?’ and I wouldn’t know how to respond.”A faint smile crossed my face. “For someone who claims not to do ties, you sure aren’t doing a good job.”“It’s from Abuela.” He grinn

Author’s POV August 28, 2009The day started the way most summer days did in Miami. Hot. Alive. Loud. Tristan Castillo was turning fourteen. The house smelled like vanilla and burnt sugar. Fourteen-year-old Tristan sat at the edge of the living-room sofa, one knee bouncing, watching the kitchen doorway. Adelina had promised the cake would be ready before noon. He had already checked the main entrance and peeped through the window several times because his mother had promised him a digital camera. His father had promised him… well. Three-year-old Patricia was outside with the neighborhood kid. Armando was on a call in the study, discussing his next shipment. The house felt unusually warm. Tristan burst into the kitchen, accidentally knocking a plate from Adelina's hand. The glass shattered into pieces. “Tristan,” Adelina called softly. “Why are you so impatient?”“I’m sorry, Abuela.” He bent to clean the mess on the floor. “It was taking too long.”The glass pricked his index

Natasha’s POVThe last of Mom and Richard’s luggage was tucked into the trunk. Richard insisted I stay home. Mom turned to me. “Do take care of yourself, okay?”“Of course, Mom.” I nodded, then turned to Richard. “Thank you for everything.”He pulled me into an embrace. “Oh, dear. What are you thanking me for? We are family, remember? I just need you to be careful.” He broke the hug and smoothed my hair. “I see there was a lot of tension yesterday. Just remember what I told you. Don’t—”“Lose myself while trying to hold everyone else,” I added. “I hear you.”“Good.” Richard gave a small smile. “And as for Tristan, he’s hurting. From what I heard, he’s had a really rough past, on top of losing his grandmother. That alone is enough to make anyone spiral, but it gives him no right to physically hurt you. So, love, if it ever gets to the point where he—”“No.” I shook my head. “Tristan would never hurt me.”Would he? I didn’t even know what to think anymore. “Of course.” Richard nodded