Todos los capítulos de Two Can Play: I Became My Ex's Mother-in-law : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Clarissa Victoria’s eyes stayed glued straight onto the curve of my bump. Her glossy lips curled into a slow smirk that made my stomach turn over."Look at that," Victoria said, her voice carrying clear up the double staircase. "You kept yourself real busy while I was away, Val."My hand pressed hard against my dress, my fingers digging through the thin silk straight into my skin. My nails bit into my palm to keep my knees from buckling right there on the landing.I looked at Valentine.His face was ghost white. A thick muscle twitched in his locked jaw, but his eyes were the worst part. He wasn't glaring. He wasn't roaring at security to drag her out by her hair. He was just staring at her.That shock on his face slowly melted into a flicker of longing. It was fast, a split second, but I saw it. I saw the way his shoulders dropped, the way his chest heaved as he took in every detail of her face.This was the woman he was obsessed with. The woman who made him shut down his heart and

ValentineVictoria called my name from the corridor. Her voice hit the air soft, low, and smooth.I pulled my hands off the mattress. My palm came off the silk fabric near Clarissa's hip, leaving a cold space where my body heat sat a second ago. My jaw locked. My legs swung off the side of the bed, boots hitting the floor with a quiet thud.Clarissa shifted under the covers. The duvet rustled behind my back, but I didn't turn around. My chest squeezed tight. Air barely went down my throat."Stay here," I said.I crossed the room in three strides, grabbed the handle, and pulled the door open.Victoria stood right under the hallway light. Her hands rested on her arms, fingernails digging through the soft grey cashmere of her sweater. Her face looked small. Pale skin stretched tight over her cheekbones, shadows sitting deep under her eyes."Val," she breathed. Her lower lip trembled. "The valve on the hot water heater... I tried turning it, but it's stuck. The room is freezing."I closed

ValentineThe soft slap of slippers against the floor cut off as Clarissa turned the corner into the hallway.A sharp knot twisted low in my gut. My chest caved in, cold air catching in my throat as the back of her cotton robe disappeared past the archway.My knees hit the underside of the dining table, making the porcelain saucers rattle. I pushed my weight onto my feet, ready to go after her.Fingers locked around my wrist.Victoria's nail dug right into the nerve near my thumb, her grip surprisingly tight for someone so small."Let go," I grunted, my voice coming out thick and gravelly."Val, sit down." Her voice stayed smooth, soft as silk, carrying that quiet weight that used to make me stop in my tracks four years ago. "Let her cool off. You chasing her down the hall like a stressed out teenager is only going to make her think she holds all the cards."I stared at her hand on my arm. The pale skin, the faint white scars across her knuckles."She's carrying my child, Victoria, so

ClarissaDrake’s laugh stayed trapped inside my ears long after the line went dead. It buzzed against my brain, loud and sharp, mixing with the sound of rain hammering the window.I didn't look back at the open study. I didn't wait to see if Valentine was going to move away from Victoria or if she was going to keep her hand resting on his back. I turned on my heel and walked straight down the corridor, my knuckles white around the strap of my bag.The stairs felt longer than usual. Each step down into the lower level sending a quiet vibration through the soles of my feet. I walked past the main living room, past the high ceilings and the massive glass walls, heading straight for the narrow hallway at the very back of the house.The guest room sat at the end of the hall, tucked away near the side garden doors. It was quiet down here. Far enough from the master suite that the rest of the house felt like a different building.I pushed the door open, stepped inside, and slammed it shut be

ClarissaThe door clicked shut, and the silence rushed in, thick and suffocating.My chest buckled. Tears spilled over my eyelashes, hot and fast, tracking wet paths down my cold cheeks. I pulled the blanket over my head, curling into a tight ball on the mattress. Every breath hurt, hitching in my throat until my body shook with heavy, silent sobs. I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing my face deep into the pillow, letting the dark swallow me whole until my eyes burned and sleep took over.Morning light hit the window pane, pale and gray.I pulled myself off the bed, my joints stiff, my throat dry like sand. I washed my face with cold water, wrapped my sweater tight over my bump, and pushed open the door.The hallway was quiet, but as I reached the base of the main staircase, high heels clicked against the floorboards.Victoria stepped out from around the curve of the stairs. She wore a red silk robe, her long hair falling over one shoulder, a sharp smile curving her red lips. She stood tw