All Chapters of Awakened For Sin: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Fawn's POV+Trigger Warning+No.No no no no—"See?" Brad laughed, the sound ugly and triumphant against my ear. "Even your husband knows what you are. A whore who can't keep her legs closed. He doesn't want you. Nobody wants you except for a quick fuck."Something broke inside me then. The fear transformed into rage, white-hot and desperate. This man was trying to rape me. Blake had left me here. And I was done with being a victim.I stopped trying to push Brad away and went for his eyes instead, my nails raking across his face."Fuck!" He reared back, giving me just enough space to bring my knee up hard between his legs.Brad doubled over with a choked gasp, and I shoved him as hard as I could. He stumbled backward into a stack of chairs.I lunged for the door, my only thought to get out, to get away, to find Blake and make him understand—Brad's hand caught my ankle and I went down hard, my palms scraping against the floor. He dragged me backward, and I kicked wildly, catching him i

Blake's POV"Blake—""No." My voice was steady, but my hands were shaking again as they hovered over her face, not quite touching because I was terrified of causing her more pain. "He did this to you. He hurt you. And I... I left you there with him. I walked away.""You came back," she said, and it shouldn't have felt like absolution but somehow it did. "You came back and you stopped him. You saved me.""I shouldn't have left in the first place." I met her eyes, needing her to see my guilt and self-loathing. "I saw you and him... and I assumed... I thought you were cheating on me. Like before. Like all the other times. I thought you'd gone right back to your old ways the second I let you out of my sight.""I know." Her voice was so small, so hurt, it broke something fundamental in me. "I saw it on your face.""I'm so sorry." I rested my forehead against her lap. "I'm so fucking sorry. You needed me and I walked away. I left you with that monster. Because I couldn't see past my own bag

Blake's POVI felt the exact moment Cassie finally fell asleep, the tension in her body easing, her breathing evening out, her grip on my shirt loosening slightly.But I didn't sleep.I couldn't.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face when I'd opened that door the second time. The terror. The tears. The desperate way she'd cried in my arms in the shower and just now.The guilt of what I had done would live with me for a very long time. I'd looked at my wife being assaulted and I'd walked away because I was too damaged, too conditioned to expect betrayal, to see the truth. I could have said I came back, but that was bullshit. I should never have judged her in the first place.My arms tightened around her."Never again," I swore silently. "I will never fail her like that again. I was lucky she was even here with me now."I watched her sleep, tracking the rise and fall of her chest, the flutter of her eyelids, the way her fingers would occasionally twitch against my ribs.The bruise

Fawn's POVBlake's shoulders tensed further. "Do we have to do this now—""You removed Mrs. Huntington from the scene before she could give a proper statement," Detective Owens interrupted, and there was a hint of disapproval in her tone. "Before she could be examined by paramedics or escorted to a hospital for evidence collection. We also need photos, Mr. Huntington."The words hit like a slap. Evidence collection. She meant a rape kit."He didn't rape me," I said quickly, my voice hoarse. "He tried, but Blake stopped him before—""We still need your statement, Mrs. Huntington," Owens said, her tone softening slightly. "A detailed account of what happened. May we come in?"Blake looked at me, a silent question in his eyes. I knew if I shook my head, he would throw them out regardless of their needs. But I wanted Brad arrested and locked up, so I nodded.He stepped back, opening the door wider. "Come in."The detectives entered, their eyes taking in everything."Would you like coffee?

Blake's POV"Please," she whispered, and tears were streaming down her bruised face. "Please don't leave me. Not now. Not after everything. We need to talk about this—you have to let me explain."This was about everything.About her not being who I thought she was. About my wife being dead. About falling in love with a ghost wearing her face, or was that falling in love with her while she was wearing my wife's face? God, none of this made sense. It still didn't seem real."Blake—"But I couldn't stay. Couldn't look at her anymore without seeing both women at once, overlapping, neither one fully real. I couldn't get over the fact that she had been lying to me this whole time, living a lie.I walked to the door."Blake, please!" Her voice broke completely as she started to openly sob. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I wanted to—I tried—but I didn't know how and I was scared and I was worried I was going to get locked up in some mental hospital."I stopped with my hand