Todos los capítulos de My Husband Married Me For Revenge : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 59

Audrey's POV The gravel bit into my knees and I didn't feel it. I didn't feel anything except my own pulse trying to climb out through my throat. Ask him. If I don't make it, ask him why. "Blair." My hand found hers, slick now, and I pressed down harder because it was the only thing I knew how to do. "Blair, look at me. Not him. Me." Her eyes moved, slow, like they cost something. Behind us the man on the rail was still laughing, low and wet, delighted with himself in a way that made my skin want to crawl off my body. "Go on," he said. "Ask her what the ring was really for. She only gave you half of it." "Shut up," Reid said, without turning around, and there was nothing performed in it. It was the voice of a man two seconds from finishing something he'd already started once tonight. "Half," I repeated, and my mouth was dry around the word. "Blair. What's the other half?" She laughed too, small and terrible, an echo of the man behind us that made my stomach drop. "Your father

Audrey's POVReid drove like the questions were already loaded in the ignition, both hands tight on the wheel, jaw working the way it did when he was choosing which fear to say out loud first and deciding none of them yet. Neither of us spoke until the gates of my father's estate rose out of the dark, lit up like nothing in the world was wrong. Like a girl hadn't stood on a loading dock an hour ago with someone else's blood cooling under her palms, listening to a man tell her a ring wasn't a promise but a receipt.The house looked the way it always did at night. Too many lights on for how few people actually lived in it.My father opened the door himself. No staff between us this time, no assistant to buffer the first look on his face. His eyes went to me first, then to Reid's hands, still faintly rust-colored at the knuckles, and something in his expression folded inward, like a wall taking on water it couldn't hold back anymore."Blair," he said. Not a question. A man already bracin

Audrey's POVFor a moment none of us breathed."That's not funny," Reid said. Quiet. Too quiet, the way he got when something had actually landed instead of just glanced off him."I'm not laughing." My father sank back into the chair he'd knocked over earlier, righted now, though he looked like it might tip again under him at any second. "I'm not saying it to hurt you. I'm saying it because I think it might finally be time someone did.""Explain it," I said. "Now. All of it, in order, the way you should have thirty years ago."He pressed both hands flat against the desk like he needed the wood to hold him up."The summer before you were born," he started, looking at me but clearly speaking past me, into the past. "I told you there was a girl at the lake house. Vivienne's mother. What I didn't tell you is that she wasn't the only complication that year." His eyes finally lifted to Reid. "Your father and I built something together before either of us built anything with our wives. Befor

Chapter 59 Reid's POV The box didn't ask to be opened. It sat on the table like it had been waiting longer than I'd been alive, and none of us moved toward it. "You said you've been collecting this for thirty years," I said. "Start there." "I said I'd been collecting what you'd need." Vivienne pulled a chair back. "Not everything. You collect what you can carry and you bury the rest, and you hope the burying holds." "It didn't hold," Thane said. "That's why we're in your kitchen at one in the morning." "Don't lecture me about burying things, Thane. You buried a woman. I buried a brother." The room went still. "Our mother," I said. "You said I have her eyes." "You do." Vivienne looked at me, softer now. "Her name was Elise. She died when you were four days old. Not in childbirth. After. There was a fire at the house where she was staying, past the county line, and everyone who could have told the story differently died with her." "Except you," Audrey said. "Except me. I was

Reid's POVThane didn't say her name. He didn't have to."Blair's mother," Audrey said.It wasn't a question. She'd gone very still beside me, both hands flat on the table. I knew that posture. It was how she sat in a boardroom when the numbers were worse than she'd been told."Letters," Thane said. "Before the wedding, and for years after. I wrote them the old way because that was how I'd always written to her. Nobody else ever saw that hand.""Years after," I said. "You were married.""I was married." He looked at Audrey. "I never wrote a line I'd have been ashamed for your mother to read. That's not much of a defense. It's the only one I have.""No," Audrey said. "It isn't."She didn't raise her voice. I'd have preferred it if she had. She took her hand off the table and put it in her lap, where I couldn't see it."Where are they now?" Vivienne asked."She kept them in a cedar box in her closet. I asked her once to burn them. She said she'd sooner burn herself." Thane rubbed his th