Chapter 137

He moves back and leans heavily against the frame behind him. His voice so low and raspy, and yet I can still hear the pain in his words from my reaction. I can’t feel remorse when suspicion, anger, regret, and fear circulate inside me like a venomous poison affecting every inch of my being. I am in survival mode, stuck on the defensive and powerless to come down.

“So, there was a partial motive beyond how you feel for me?” I’m clawing at myself inside, dying a little with so many crazy thoughts and one foolish one, which is hurting me above them all, even though it’s insane.

I have no memory of my own wedding day.

Whether I wanted one or not… it’s done. And I won’t ever be able to recall it one way or another. That, in itself, is like being kicked in the heart with steel toe-capped boots.

“The motive was keeping you safe. You can’t be mad about that.” His eyes lock on mine while I’m still half sprawled on the bed and clutch at sheets to pull up over my body,