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She rolls her eyes. “What’s your second happy memory?” “The day we got married.”
More than you’re already doing? The voice that used to be quieter has somehow gotten louder in the past couple of weeks.
“Want to know why it was scary, Mrs. King? Because you acted like prey in front of a predator. If you don’t wish to be devoured, don’t run away.”
“I’ve been told I’m brilliant at giving blowjobs.”
But then I slam into the beautiful chaos that is my wife. She makes me lose control. Willingly or unwillingly.
Her words fill the bathroom thicker than the steam. “Let’s have a baby.”
I’m not saying we should get married now, but maybe in three or four years after I finish uni.
You can take your time to fall in love with me from here on. I’ll wait for as long as it takes.
“You started to antagonize me. Repeatedly. I’m sure you can tell I’m not the type of man who can be provoked. By anyone. Least of all, the kid who didn’t look like a kid anymore and who certainly did not dress like a kid in those nightclubs. So that mere interest grew into deeper investment the more you and Lan plotted against me. I had to retaliate. You retaliated back. Before I knew it, that interest morphed into raw obsession and mysterious possession. I didn’t understand the reasons and couldn’t find a logical explanation, considering I genuinely found you infuriating and not controllable
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“My first time murdering someone and it’s disappointingly not as euphoric as promised. If anything, I feel nothing.” “He…he…he’s dead?”
We stay afloat together or we drown together. Is that understood?” I nod once. “Good girl. I was confident you’d keep a secret.”
“Marry me and I’ll bury our secret.”
The reason I haven’t acted on these cryptic feelings to own and punish and possess the living fuck out of her is because I thought they’d eventually dissipate. Unfortunately for her, they’ve grown into this furnace of chaotic emotions and an urgent need for ownership.
From now on, no one else but me will touch her. Fuck her. Own her.
Murderous red. The red I know I can never come back from.
I’m not a knight in shining armor. What am I am, however, is the only man who’s allowed near her. After tonight, Ava is fucking mine. No matter what methods I must use to achieve that.
“You hurt my daughter and no one will find your corpse, King.” Dad delivers the threat in low words. “I look forward to officially being your son-in-law, Uncle Cole.”
I can’t marry him. And it’s not because he killed a man in cold blood. It’s because I’m genuinely scared he might do the same to me one day.
The part where we say, ‘Till death do us part’ doesn’t seem fake at all.
“You threatened me with murder on my wedding day! How could you do that to me?” “Because I couldn’t afford to let you run away.” “Afraid of people gossiping if I left you stranded at the altar?” “Afraid that was my last chance to have you.” “You mean possess me? Own me?” It might have started that way, yes, but it’s evolved since then, especially after she lost her memory. Ava has become an integral part of my life I cannot survive without and that makes her a weakness, a liability, a loose thread anyone could exploit and use against me.
“Is that all you remember? Demands and controlling behavior?”
“I find no pleasure in your pain, Ava.” “Liar!” she screams. “Stop lying to me! Stop tormenting me! Just stop!”
Allow her to live normally. To spread her wings and feel like ordinary people do.
Her words have no different effect than if she’d stabbed me again. No. They’re much worse. A few months ago, she wanted to kill me to leave me. Now, she’s willing to kill herself just to escape me. Fucking hell.
I drop my forehead to hers and allow myself to mourn my wife one final time.
She looks like my own fucking angel. Broken wings and all.
“It’s her wish, too.” The words are exceptionally hard to spit out. “She wanted the divorce enough to put her life on the line for it.”
I’m reminded of why I made this choice I hate more than if I were strapped to a bridge as every car in England rolled over me. For her. For her sanity. Her well-being. Her future
Since she waited years for me to come around. I can do the same. For as long as it takes.
And most of all, I’d had enough of cowering from him. Like a bird trapped in a cage, I wanted to shatter the bars and fly out, even if my wings were broken in the process and I had to bleed all over the floor.
Yes, I left Eli, but my feelings for him linger on like bitter lime stuck at the back of my throat. “Is this about the divorce?” Cecy asks slowly.
“I’m coming to frightening realizations about our girls.” “Like?” “Like I have to let them go.”
The love of my life might not be conventional, but he’s all mine.
“The phoenix is you.”
“You’re a beautiful mythical being who can be born from the ashes of your illness.”
“That’s me. I believed I could contain your rebirth, every time.”
“Baby. You think I have the capacity to consider other women when you own me?”
love you, Mr. King. I’m all yours.” “Love you, too, Mrs. King.” And then he’s kissing me again.
He tries to hide a smile but fails miserably. Ari grins back, kisses him on the cheek, and then rushes behind the newlyweds.
“Probably the same way I made you fall in love with me. I’m irresistible.” “That you are.” He kisses the tip of my nose and I feel like I’m melting.
“We have to start trying to get you pregnant, Mrs. King.”
“I love you, Mr. King.” “And I love you, Mrs. King.” Now. Forever. She’ll always be my wife. Mine.
