14:31 Tue, 18 Feb
Chapter 49
Chapter 49
14:31 Tue, 18 Feb
Chapter 49
Chapter 49
ROSALIE
It was late–closer to 11 p.m. than 10–but sleep was the last thing on my mind. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall as if it would give me answers. The room felt cold despite the heater humming softly in the corner. But I knew it wasn’t the air. It was me. I was empty.
I wrapped my arms around myself, as if I could hold in the pieces of me that were threatening to fall apart. My chest ached, and my throat burned as I fought back the tears that were already clouding my vision. I didn’t want to cry, but the harder 1 tried to push it down, the harder it fought to surface.
The memories were a relentless assault on my mind. One after another, like waves crashing against a cliff, each one threatening to pull me under.
The day Damien confronted my father…
I hadn’t seen it coming. One moment, I thought he was capable of keeping his emotions in check, and the next, he was throwing punches, fueled by whatever twisted sense of justice he thought he had.
And then, as if that wasn’t enough, he’d locked me in a room. Like I was some unruly pet who needed to be disciplined.
I rubbed my arms, the memory of those hours spent in that room making my skin crawl. I’d felt so powerless. Trapped. When he finally let me out, it wasn’t because he’d understood how wrong he was. No, it was because he had decided it was time for me to be his perfect little trophy wife again.
I laughed bitterly, wiping at the tears that had begun to fall. Trophy wife? What a joke.
And then he’d had the audacity to bring Melanie.
Her name was a punch to my gut. The image of her, draped over Damien like she owned him, flashed in my mind. And she kissed him–they hadn’t even tried to hide it. The humiliation burned as brightly now as it had then.
I pressed my hands against my face, trying to block it all out, but the memories kept coming.
Getting drunk had been a mistake, I knew that. But in that moment, I’d just wanted to forget. To feel something other than the ache of betrayal and the crushing weight of everything that had happened. I hadn’t expected it to end up online, my face plastered on gossip sites, dragging Damien’s name–and mine–through the mud.
And his family…
I let out a shaky breath, my hands trembling as I clenched the blanket beneath me. They had never accepted me; the veiled insults at the family dinner.
I never wanted this.
The thought came with a fresh wave of tears, spilling down my cheeks faster than I could wipe them away. I never wanted to marry him. People always say you should marry your best friend, someone who makes you feel safe and loved. But I’d married my worst enemy.
The walls of the room seemed to close in around me, and for a moment, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I stood abruptly, pacing the length of the room to try and shake off the suffocating weight pressing down on my chest.
Why did this hurt so much? I hated him. Didn’t I?
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1 paused by the window, staring out at the darkened street below. The city was quiet, the world outside seeming so peaceful compared to the chaos inside me. My reflection in the glass was almost unrecognizable–red–rimmed eyes, tear–streaked cheeks, and a weariness that went far beyond physical exhaustion.
1 let out a humorless laugh, my breath fogging up the glass. “You’re pathetic,” I whispered to myself. “Crying over a man who doesn’t even care,”
But that wasn’t entirely true, was it? Damien wasn’t all bad. He had his moments, Moments where he was almost… human. Almost kind. But those moments were so rare, so fleeting, that they felt like dreams more than memories.
And yet, I couldn’t help but cling to them.
A sound from downstairs jolted me out of my thoughts. My heart leapt in my chest, and for a moment, I thought I’d imagined it. But then I heard it again–a deep voice, low and unmistakable.
Damien.
Cautiously, I made my way down the stairs, gripping the railing tightly. My pulse quickened with every step. When I reached the landing, there he was,
Damien stood in the dim glow of the chandelier, his shoulders hunched slightly, his usually sharp suit disheveled. His hair was messy, falling into his eyes, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. He looked up at me as if I was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world,
“There you are,” he said, his voice soft yet unsteady. “The most beautiful woman in the world.”
1 froze, the words hitting me like a freight train. This was not the Damien I knew. This wasn’t the cold, calculating man who always had the last word. This was someone else—someone fragile, vulnerable.
“What?” I said quietly, unsure of how to respond.
He took a slow step forward, swaying slightly. His lips curved into a tired smile. “You’re stunning, Rosalie. I don’t deserve you. Not even a little bit.”
The compliment shouldn’t have meant anything, not after the day we’d had. Not after everything he’d put me through. But the sincerity in his voice cracked something inside me.
“Damien, are you alright?“I asked, though my voice lacked the sharpness I intended.
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Perfectly fine. And all because of you. My light.”
I blinked at him, completely thrown off. “What are you talking about?”
He took another step closer, his hand reaching out as if to touch me, but stopping short. “I mean it,” he said, his voice trembling. “I’ve hurt you. I’ve been cruel. I’ve done things I can’t take back. But, God, Rosalie… you’re the only good thing I have.”
My chest tightened. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Damien never spoke like this. He never apologized, never admitted fault.
“You’re drunk,” I said, my voice softer now.
“Maybe I am,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”
I didn’t know what to say. The man who had kissed another woman in front of me, who had humiliated me, who had broken me in ways I didn’t think I could recover from–was now looking at me like I was his salvation.
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“Come here,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.
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Against my better judgment, I moved down the last few steps. The moment I was within reach, he pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me tightly.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured against my hair. “For everything. For every time I hurt you, every time I made you feel less than you are. You’re extraordinary, Rosalic. And I don’t deserve you.”
The smell of whiskey was strong on his breath, but his words… They weren’t what I expected.
“Damien, you’re intoxicated,” I said again, though this time my voice wavered.
He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. “Maybe I am. But I’ve never been more clear about anything in my life.”
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine. The kiss was deep, desperate, and full of emotion I didn’t know he was capable of. I tasted the alcohol on his lips, but I also tasted something else–regret, longing, and something that felt dangerously close to love.
My mind screamed at me to pull away, to put some distance between us, but my body betrayed me. I kissed him back, my hands gripping his shirt as if he was the only thing keeping me upright.
When he pulled away, his eyes were glassy, his expression raw. “Please, forgive me,” he said, dropping to his knees in front of
- me.
I gasped, staring down at him in shock. “Damien, get up. What are you doing?”
“I’m begging you,” he said, his hands gripping my hips. “I’ll do anything. Just don’t hate me.”
Tears pricked at my eyes. I knew this wasn’t real. This was the alcohol talking. A sober Damien would never kneel for me, never beg. But seeing him like this, so broken, so vulnerable–it was impossible to ignore.
“Come on,” I said softly, pulling him to his feet. “You need to lie down.”
He leaned heavily on me as I guided him toward our bedroom. His steps were unsteady, and I had to hold him tightly to keep him from falling.
When we reached the room, I helped him sit on the edge of the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Rosalie,” he said, his voice soft and slurred.
“Shh,” I said, focusing on the buttons.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “Do you know that? You’re a goddess.”
I swallowed hard, refusing to look at him. “You’re not in your right feelings, Damien.”
“But that doesn’t make it
less true.” any
I shook my head, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside. “You need to shower.”
He smiled lazily. “Only if you join me.”
I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the way his words made my heart race. “Get up,” I said, pulling him to his feet again.
I led him to the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the steam fill the room before coming out.
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“Can you handle this yourself?” I asked moments later, leaning by the door with my back turned against it and handing him
a towel
But instead of taking it, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside.
“Damien!” I exclaimed, trying to shield my eyes.
He chuckled, his grip on me firm. “Don’t be shy, Rosalie. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
I turned my head away, my cheeks burning. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re stunning,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
I felt his fingers tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, filled with an intensity that made my breath catch.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “You’re everything, Rosalie. Everything.”
“Damien,” I said weakly, my resolve crumbling.
He kissed me again, his lips claiming mine with a passion that left me breathless. The water from the shower soaked through my clothes, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was him–his hands, his lips, the way he made me feel.
“You’re a goddess,” he whispered against my lips. “And I’m going to worship you.”
His hands slid down my body, tugging at the waistband of my panties. I gasped, my hands tangling in his wet hair as he lifted me off my feet.
“Damien,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“I need you,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “Let me show you how much.”
And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself go.
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ROSALIE
It was late–closer to 11 p.m. than 10–but sleep was the last thing on my mind. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall as if it would give me answers. The room felt cold despite the heater humming softly in the corner. But I knew it wasn’t the air. It was me. I was empty.
I wrapped my arms around myself, as if I could hold in the pieces of me that were threatening to fall apart. My chest ached, and my throat burned as I fought back the tears that were already clouding my vision. I didn’t want to cry, but the harder 1 tried to push it down, the harder it fought to surface.
The memories were a relentless assault on my mind. One after another, like waves crashing against a cliff, each one threatening to pull me under.
The day Damien confronted my father…
I hadn’t seen it coming. One moment, I thought he was capable of keeping his emotions in check, and the next, he was throwing punches, fueled by whatever twisted sense of justice he thought he had.
And then, as if that wasn’t enough, he’d locked me in a room. Like I was some unruly pet who needed to be disciplined.
I rubbed my arms, the memory of those hours spent in that room making my skin crawl. I’d felt so powerless. Trapped. When he finally let me out, it wasn’t because he’d understood how wrong he was. No, it was because he had decided it was time for me to be his perfect little trophy wife again.
I laughed bitterly, wiping at the tears that had begun to fall. Trophy wife? What a joke.
And then he’d had the audacity to bring Melanie.
Her name was a punch to my gut. The image of her, draped over Damien like she owned him, flashed in my mind. And she kissed him–they hadn’t even tried to hide it. The humiliation burned as brightly now as it had then.
I pressed my hands against my face, trying to block it all out, but the memories kept coming.
Getting drunk had been a mistake, I knew that. But in that moment, I’d just wanted to forget. To feel something other than the ache of betrayal and the crushing weight of everything that had happened. I hadn’t expected it to end up online, my face plastered on gossip sites, dragging Damien’s name–and mine–through the mud.
And his family…
I let out a shaky breath, my hands trembling as I clenched the blanket beneath me. They had never accepted me; the veiled insults at the family dinner.
I never wanted this.
The thought came with a fresh wave of tears, spilling down my cheeks faster than I could wipe them away. I never wanted to marry him. People always say you should marry your best friend, someone who makes you feel safe and loved. But I’d married my worst enemy.
The walls of the room seemed to close in around me, and for a moment, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I stood abruptly, pacing the length of the room to try and shake off the suffocating weight pressing down on my chest.
Why did this hurt so much? I hated him. Didn’t I?
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1 paused by the window, staring out at the darkened street below. The city was quiet, the world outside seeming so peaceful compared to the chaos inside me. My reflection in the glass was almost unrecognizable–red–rimmed eyes, tear–streaked cheeks, and a weariness that went far beyond physical exhaustion.
1 let out a humorless laugh, my breath fogging up the glass. “You’re pathetic,” I whispered to myself. “Crying over a man who doesn’t even care,”
But that wasn’t entirely true, was it? Damien wasn’t all bad. He had his moments, Moments where he was almost… human. Almost kind. But those moments were so rare, so fleeting, that they felt like dreams more than memories.
And yet, I couldn’t help but cling to them.
A sound from downstairs jolted me out of my thoughts. My heart leapt in my chest, and for a moment, I thought I’d imagined it. But then I heard it again–a deep voice, low and unmistakable.
Damien.
Cautiously, I made my way down the stairs, gripping the railing tightly. My pulse quickened with every step. When I reached the landing, there he was,
Damien stood in the dim glow of the chandelier, his shoulders hunched slightly, his usually sharp suit disheveled. His hair was messy, falling into his eyes, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. He looked up at me as if I was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world,
“There you are,” he said, his voice soft yet unsteady. “The most beautiful woman in the world.”
1 froze, the words hitting me like a freight train. This was not the Damien I knew. This wasn’t the cold, calculating man who always had the last word. This was someone else—someone fragile, vulnerable.
“What?” I said quietly, unsure of how to respond.
He took a slow step forward, swaying slightly. His lips curved into a tired smile. “You’re stunning, Rosalie. I don’t deserve you. Not even a little bit.”
The compliment shouldn’t have meant anything, not after the day we’d had. Not after everything he’d put me through. But the sincerity in his voice cracked something inside me.
“Damien, are you alright?“I asked, though my voice lacked the sharpness I intended.
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Perfectly fine. And all because of you. My light.”
I blinked at him, completely thrown off. “What are you talking about?”
He took another step closer, his hand reaching out as if to touch me, but stopping short. “I mean it,” he said, his voice trembling. “I’ve hurt you. I’ve been cruel. I’ve done things I can’t take back. But, God, Rosalie… you’re the only good thing I have.”
My chest tightened. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Damien never spoke like this. He never apologized, never admitted fault.
“You’re drunk,” I said, my voice softer now.
“Maybe I am,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”
I didn’t know what to say. The man who had kissed another woman in front of me, who had humiliated me, who had broken me in ways I didn’t think I could recover from–was now looking at me like I was his salvation.
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“Come here,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.
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Against my better judgment, I moved down the last few steps. The moment I was within reach, he pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me tightly.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured against my hair. “For everything. For every time I hurt you, every time I made you feel less than you are. You’re extraordinary, Rosalic. And I don’t deserve you.”
The smell of whiskey was strong on his breath, but his words… They weren’t what I expected.
“Damien, you’re intoxicated,” I said again, though this time my voice wavered.
He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. “Maybe I am. But I’ve never been more clear about anything in my life.”
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine. The kiss was deep, desperate, and full of emotion I didn’t know he was capable of. I tasted the alcohol on his lips, but I also tasted something else–regret, longing, and something that felt dangerously close to love.
My mind screamed at me to pull away, to put some distance between us, but my body betrayed me. I kissed him back, my hands gripping his shirt as if he was the only thing keeping me upright.
When he pulled away, his eyes were glassy, his expression raw. “Please, forgive me,” he said, dropping to his knees in front of
- me.
I gasped, staring down at him in shock. “Damien, get up. What are you doing?”
“I’m begging you,” he said, his hands gripping my hips. “I’ll do anything. Just don’t hate me.”
Tears pricked at my eyes. I knew this wasn’t real. This was the alcohol talking. A sober Damien would never kneel for me, never beg. But seeing him like this, so broken, so vulnerable–it was impossible to ignore.
“Come on,” I said softly, pulling him to his feet. “You need to lie down.”
He leaned heavily on me as I guided him toward our bedroom. His steps were unsteady, and I had to hold him tightly to keep him from falling.
When we reached the room, I helped him sit on the edge of the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Rosalie,” he said, his voice soft and slurred.
“Shh,” I said, focusing on the buttons.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “Do you know that? You’re a goddess.”
I swallowed hard, refusing to look at him. “You’re not in your right feelings, Damien.”
“But that doesn’t make it
less true.” any
I shook my head, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside. “You need to shower.”
He smiled lazily. “Only if you join me.”
I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the way his words made my heart race. “Get up,” I said, pulling him to his feet again.
I led him to the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the steam fill the room before coming out.
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“Can you handle this yourself?” I asked moments later, leaning by the door with my back turned against it and handing him
a towel
But instead of taking it, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside.
“Damien!” I exclaimed, trying to shield my eyes.
He chuckled, his grip on me firm. “Don’t be shy, Rosalie. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
I turned my head away, my cheeks burning. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re stunning,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
I felt his fingers tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, filled with an intensity that made my breath catch.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “You’re everything, Rosalie. Everything.”
“Damien,” I said weakly, my resolve crumbling.
He kissed me again, his lips claiming mine with a passion that left me breathless. The water from the shower soaked through my clothes, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was him–his hands, his lips, the way he made me feel.
“You’re a goddess,” he whispered against my lips. “And I’m going to worship you.”
His hands slid down my body, tugging at the waistband of my panties. I gasped, my hands tangling in his wet hair as he lifted me off my feet.
“Damien,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“I need you,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “Let me show you how much.”
And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself go.
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