Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Wait for him?
Was he daydreaming?
By the time Dwight came back, I was already halfway through packing. The sun was setting, casting a soft amber glow through the half–drawn curtains, but it felt like nothing more than a mockery of the warmth and peace I once felt in this
house.
The suitcase sat open on the bed, half–filled with clothes hastily shoved inside. My movements were slow, awkward–each motion a reminder of the surgical incision that hadn’t fully healed yet.
But I had to leave. I couldn’t stay here any longer. The air was thick with too many.
memories, and each one suffocated me more than the last.
I had just zipped up the second suitcase when I heard the front door slam open. My heart sank.
‘Not now… Not this soon.”
The familiar scent hit me before his voice did–the unmistakable scent of an
alpha–thick, heavy, and full of dominance. It was the kind of scent that once made. me feel safe, cradled in his strength. Now, it was like a noose tightening around my neck. Possessive, controlling, and suffocating.
Dwight stormed into the room like a predator, his eyes narrowing on the open. suitcases and the clothes strewn about the bed. “What the hell are you doing?!” His voice was sharp, like the crack of a whip. The air in the room seemed to shrink, pressing in around me, making it hard to breathe.
I glanced up briefly, barely acknowledging him. “Packing,” I muttered, my voice
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deliberately flat as I tried to zip up the third bag.
With a single stride, Dwight was next to me, grabbing the suitcase with such force
that it nearly yanked me off balance. “What is this?!” He demanded, his hand
gripping the handle so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Where do you think
you’re going with all this?”
The sharp tang of his scent overwhelmed my senses, making my head swim. I instinctively pressed a hand to my chest, the dull ache of the fresh surgical wound flaring up as I crouched down, trying to steady myself. “Going on a trip,” I bit out, voice strained from both pain and annoyance.
“A trip?” Dwight’s voice dripped with incredulity as he stared at me like I’d just told him I was flying to the moon. He grabbed my wrist, forcing me up,
to stand
his grip so tight it sent a jolt of pain up my arm. “You’re sick. You just had surgery. And you’re going on a trip? Do you hear yourself? Who the hell is going to believe
that?”
I could see the flash of panic behind his eyes, though he tried to mask it with
anger. Dwight always masked everything with anger.
I jerked my wrist away, though it took more strength than it should have. “You know it’s not about a trip, Dwight. Stop pretending to be oblivious. We’re getting a divorce. This is happening. So why can’t you just stay out of my business for once?”
For a moment, there was silence. His eyes bored into me, searching for something–maybe for a hint that I was lying, that I didn’t mean it, that this was some cruel joke. But I stood my ground, despite the pain, despite the fear gnawing at my insides. I needed him to understand.
“As long as I disagree,” Dwight’s voice was low, almost a growl now, “there will be no divorce. You can’t leave me. Not now, not ever.”
My heart thudded painfully in my chest. I could feel the weight of his words, the sheer force of his determination, and it made me sick. I winced, partly from the pain in my side and partly from the realization that he meant every word.
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My fingers dug into my palm as I glared at him, refusing to let him see how much
those words hurt.
Dwight’s eyes darkened, and before I could react, he pushed me back against the wall. The impact wasn’t hard, but it was enough to make me wince as he boxed me in, his tall frame casting a shadow over me His voice was quiet but dangerous as he loomed over me, “Sylvia, have you forgotten? Have you forgotten what we had, how deeply we loved each other?”
His hands were on either side of my head now, trapping me. “We made vows, remember? Vows to love and stay together, no matter what. No matter sickness or health. No matter poverty or wealth. Do you think that all just… disappears?”
My throat tightened.
For a moment, I remembered. I remembered the way he used to hold me, the way
his touch felt before it turned cold. There was a time when I believed in those
vows too. But that time was long gone.
I stared up at him, at the face that still looked so familiar, so heartbreakingly handsome. The face that hadn’t changed. But the man beneath it? That man had
rotted away.
“What are you really holding onto, Dwight? My voice was sharper now, cutting through the haze of nostalgia. “Are you still fixated on me? Or is it my family? The power? The status? The influence you get just by being my husband? What is it
that you can’t let go of?”
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