Todos los capítulos de HER MOTHER’S HUSBAND: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 4

The front door slammed open with such force that the walls shook.I looked up from my laptop, heart hammering, as my mother stumbled inside like something was chasing her. Her eyes were wild, her chest heaving, her designer handbag, when did she get a designer handbag?—hanging crooked from her shoulder."Mum?" I jumped up from the couch. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"She didn't answer. Just stood there in the doorway, staring at me with an expression I couldn't read. Fear? Excitement? Guilt?"Sit down," I said, rushing to the kitchen. "Let me get you some water."My hands trembled as I filled a glass. Ever since Dad died six months ago, Mum had these moments, these breakdowns where the grief would hit her like a truck and she'd come home looking haunted. I thought this was one of those times.But when I pressed the glass into her hands and sat beside her, she took one long sip, set it down on the coffee table, and turned to me with a smile that made my stomach drop."Bella, darling,"

BELLA’S POV For a second, neither of us moved. He just stood there, holding my underwear, his dark eyes locked on mine.I snatched it from his hand and shoved it behind my back. "I, I'm sorry. My bad.""I'm just going to take this and leave," he said, his voice tight. He grabbed whatever he'd been reaching for in the closet.But his eyes, his eyes weren't on the closet anymore.They were on my chest.I glanced down and realized with horror that my shirt had shifted during the fall. My nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric, hard and pressing against the material.He didn't look away.He just stood there, staring, his jaw clenched, his breathing slightly heavier.I crossed my arms over my chest. "What?"He cleared his throat. "You have a mark on your chest.""What?" I turned toward the mirror.Sure enough, there was a small scratch just above my collarbone. It was bleeding slightly. I must have gotten it when the bag fell on us in the car."Sit down," Dominic said, his v