All Chapters of The Husband She Can't Remember : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Evelyn’s Point of View The fire in the marble hearth crackled softly, spitting the occasional spark. Beneath me, the hand-woven wool rug was rough against my bare shoulders, and above me, his body was a solid, burning line against mine. We were tangled together, breath traded back and forth until I couldn't tell whose was whose.My fingers plucked blindly at the collar of my dress."Mm... it's so hot."It was a suffocating heat, the kind that crawled under my skin and stole the air from my lungs. I was panting, my skin slick with sweat, my body swaying helplessly in the firelight."Stop squirming." A man’s voice was cold and clipped, but his eyes weren't. They moved over my face, studying every inch of it, and the darkness in them deepened."But I'm burning up," I whispered. My eyes stung, and I pouted at him without meaning to."It really is you." His gaze stayed clear, but his voice had dropped, roughened by the effort of holding himself in check. His calloused fingertips traced my

Evelyn's Point of View The room was covered in red paper double-happiness characters. I sat quietly at the edge of the bed, waiting for my husband to lift my veil and share the nuptial cup with me.The sound of leather shoes on the floor made my heart flutter with nerves.The veil rose on the tip of a slender gold rod, and the world brightened. I kept my eyes lowered, too shy to look up.An exquisite little cup was placed in my hand, and I took it.We linked arms to drink, and the closeness filled the air with a thread of intimacy. It gave me a courage I hadn't expected. I lifted my head and said shyly, "Jul..."The word died in my throat.I shot to my feet. The cup slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a clang. "You... who are you?""Your husband," he said, his voice low."Wait. There's been a mistake." I backed away, step after step.The man in front of me had a face so beautiful it stole my breath. His features looked chiseled by a master's hand, with sharp brows, dark ey

Evelyn's Point of View I let out a breath, and the color slowly came back into my face. "Could you get me something to wear?"Sebastian nodded toward a paper bag that had come in with the breakfast. "Want me to dress you?" He hooked a finger under my chin and tilted my face up, his gaze burning into mine."No." His eyes narrowed, and I rushed to fix it. "Have you eaten yet? Go ahead and eat. I'll change on my own.""Is my Evie worried about me?" He smiled, then pressed his mouth to mine in a long, deep kiss before releasing me.I nodded hard. My heart was in my throat, and it was pure fear."Husband and wife, and still so shy." He drew his hand back. "Fine, have it your way. Get dressed like a good girl. I'll be waiting downstairs."My grip tightened on the paper bag.My eyes fell to the bed. The white sheets still bore the marks of the night, a reminder that I was no longer untouched.But there was no blood. Wait. No blood?His accusation echoed in my head: Evelyn, you slept with m

Evelyn's Point of View "You invited me to come along, and now you're backing out?" Sebastian's smile was warm, his eyes locked on me. "Tell you what. Say something sweet and I'll think about it.""Sebastian," I said.He only smiled and said nothing.I was at my wit's end. "Seb.""Again." His answer was a single word.I blinked at him and gave up some ground. "Forget it. I won't go."That was what I said, but my pouting lips told a different story, one of indignation I didn't dare voice. I must have looked like a wronged little sulk."So delicate." He set me down, muttered something under his breath, and turned to leave.I reached to lock the door, and his voice drifted in from the other side, edged with warning. "This is my house."Meaning he had a key, and if I wanted to lock him out, I'd better think about whether my small frame could handle what came next."I'm not locking it! I'm just closing it." I made my voice as meek as I could.What else could I do against a man I couldn't o

Evelyn’s Point of View I turned my head and looked at Sebastian. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and even.He's asleep. Which means... this is my chance.I forced myself upright and slid out from under the reach of his arm, inch by careful inch. The moment my feet touched the floor, my legs buckled, weak and sore, and I caught the bedpost to keep from falling.My nightgown was in shreds somewhere on the floor, so I frowned, picked up Sebastian's shirt, and pulled it on. It hung to my knees. I crept toward the door."Don't go."I was almost at the handle when the low command came from behind me. My soul nearly left my body. My heart stopped, and I didn't dare breathe.I looked back, terrified.He hadn't moved. His eyes were still shut, his face half buried in the pillow. He was talking in his sleep.Thank God. I pressed a hand to my chest and let out a shaky breath.I had just lifted my foot again when a murmur drifted across the room, rough and hurt and still stubbornly comm