After seeing the look in his eyes, I was certain he’d agree to her requests, but instead he’d changed the subject, “I have so much to tell you. So much has happened in the last three years.”
“Why aren’t you answering my questions?” Marina whined, sounding more like a child than a twenty-three-year-old woman.
“Can you just let me enjoy the fact that you are finally awake? Goddess, Marina. I’ve just gotten you back and you want to drill me about things that don’t matter compared to you being okay,” James reached up, tucking a strand of Marina’s hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered lovingly before I watched her lean forward, closing the distance between them and pressing her lips against his.
I didn't miss the subtle dig in his sentence.
I thought my heart couldn’t feel any worse, but I was wrong. He didn’t bother telling her that he wouldn’t break our sacred vows. We said until death do us part. That was supposed to mean something to him.
Sure, maybe not as much as it meant to me. But he had to feel it. That undeniable pull that I felt. The need to be with him.
In the three years that we’ve been married, he’s never touched me in a loving manner. Not for real anyway.
Anytime he's put my palm into his hand, or carressed my cheek; It's been for the cameras and not for me.
I’ve longed to feel his hands on my body. Hear the words that he’s spoken to her, whispered in my ear as he caresses my face for real.
Growing up, I never thought of myself as the type of woman who would fall into this kind of situation. I was stubborn, yet strong. My father was the CEO of the most renowned pharmaceutical company that I was supposed to inherit, but I’d convinced him my place wasn’t behind a desk.
It wasn’t an easy task, as my father is a stubborn man, but I’d done it without backing down.
The moment James was brought into my hospital, I swear something in me shifted. He stole a piece of me that I’d never get back and now here I am....
“Rosa,” James turned towards where I stood, “The doctor had some very specific instructions for Marina’s at home care that I’d like to discuss with you.” When I hesitated, the words "Right now," growled from his lips.
Of course he wouldn’t want to discuss anything with me in front of Marina.
I rolled my eyes beneath my lids as I walked out into the hallway. The moment the two of us were in the hallway, he grabbed my arm, dragging me down to an empty room and closing the door behind him.
Before he could speak, I started, “Do you really want to divorce me?”
He looked taken aback that I’d addressed him so directly. I’ve spent years biting my tongue. No more. I wanted to know where his head was at. I needed to know.
James let out a heavy breath before running a hand through his dark, tousled hair, “You were listening?” he questioned.
I nodded in response, a light flush painting my cheeks, "Hard not to hear in a small room," I muttered, trying to feel less guilty about my eavesdropping.
“I don’t know, Rosa,” he paused a beat, “No, I’m not interested in a divorce. But,” he exhaled a heavy breath, looking pained, “You’re still bleeding.”
His eyes moved from mine up to the wound on my head. I had totally forgotten about the head wound the moment Marina had mentioned a divorce.
“Please, can you... maybe stitch it up?” James sounded like it hurt him to even ask and I'm almost certain it was the first time he'd ever used the word 'please' with me.
I nodded, walking over to the medical cart and pulling out a stitch kit. Standing in front of the mirror, I quickly threaded the wound closed, shocked at the amount of blood that had stained my skin.
As I was washing my face, my mind went back to the fact that James Wood said he didn’t want a divorce. A small part of me wanted to be angry that he’d lead Marina to think it was an option but a larger part of me wanted to leap into his arms, pressing my lips against his.
The last time I’d felt those lips was our wedding day, but you could hardly call that a kiss. He’d stared at my mouth for what felt like a lifetime before pecking me for the briefest of moments. His nose scrunched up in disgust after he’d done it.
I spent the entire week afterwards wondering what was so wrong with me that he couldn’t stand the thought of simply kissing me.
We’d never even had sex. Or slept in the same bed.
The only time we truly spent together was when we were faking it for the charity galas and events. He flashed me loving smiles, whispered into my ear, held my hand on his lap. But the moment it was over, he’d return to the man that I knew from behind these walls.
“I’m not ready to give up on this marriage, James. We made sacred vows to one another, and I intend on keeping them,” I glanced at the ground before looking back up. "Who is she to you and why do you feel such a need to please her?"
James had begun to smile at the first part of my sentence, but as soon as I mentioned her, the smile fell from his face faster than a drag race.
"Who she is to me is none of your business," he snapped, "We're not divorcing. She's not leaving. You'll get used to it. Understood?"
I only nodded, and he took that as his cue to leave, leaving me standing there hollowed out and empty.
“Listen to me,” I heard James plead as I headed back to Marina’s room, “Rosalind is a great caretaker. Not only for the house, but she knows your situation better than anyone. I’m not sure I could find someone to replace her.”
My steps halted as he continued, “Trust me. As soon as everything settles down... I will move forward with the divorce. Just give it time, Marina. Please baby.”
James had just looked me in my eyes and told me that he didn’t want a divorce only to rush back to Marina’s side and tell her the exact opposite.
The ache in my chest was excruciating as the words played in a loop in my head. His voice saying I will move forward with the divorce.
I felt like a fool thinking that I ever had a chance and quite frankly, I’m tired of playing second best to her. Sadness was quickly replaced with anger the more I heard those seven words replay in my mind.
I'd told myself I wasn't going to give up, but it was like my mind was working faster than my heart. The war was lost as my feet moved on their own accord.
Charging towards the door, I pushed it open with force, “I can’t believe you,” I scoffed, pinning James with my eyes, “I don’t know what stupid game you are playing, but I’m tired of being on the losing end. You want a divorce?” I quirked a brow, “Fine. I’ll have the papers drawn up tomorrow morning.”
Without another word, I spun around, leaving him with a stunned expression.
There aren’t words to describe how happy I was when Marina finally opened her eyes after all this time. Here in the human world, I am James Wood, heir to Wood Industries and the CEO of a billion-dollar corporation. I am active within our community. With more money than I know what to do with, I participate in Charity Galas, help with political campaigns, and help fund schools. The world knows me as the selfless billionaire CEO. What they don’t know is that I am known as the ruthless Alpha of Blackwood. My pack was my life. It was ingrained in who I was. I kept everything running like a tight ship.But my pack was destroyed in an attack that left only two members; Marina and me. The last three years have been hell with the only connection to my past life lying in a coma. That attack cost me everything, including my wolf. He has been silent for three years. Locked away in some sort of holding cell in my head. I can still feel his presence, but it’s as if there is something keeping
“Rosa, wait,” James ran after me, gripping my arm and spinning me towards him. I stared into his green eyes, wondering how I’d ever mistaken this man for someone that would find it in his heart to love me. “What is so wrong with me James? After three years, the least you can do is explain that.” His head fell back as he released a heavy breath. James interlocked his fingers behind his neck muttering curses under his breath, “Nothing. There is nothing wrong with you. It’s me.” Anger bubbled just beneath my skin, “What an original line that is,” I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. “You don’t understand,” he started, but I cut him off, “Then make me understand.” His hand found the small of my back as he led us away from Marina’s room and back down to the room we’d been in previously, “Don’t do this.” James’ voice sounded as if he was pleading with me, but it was too late. I’d made up my mind the moment he walked back into that room and suggested I was simply the help and e
“It’s been a long time,” Shawn’s lips pulled into a warm smile before his brows knitted in confusion, “Are you okay? I saw the woman they wheeled to the ambulance. She seemed dazed, but fine.” Shawn was my brother’s best friend and the man I swore I was going to marry up until I met James. He’s been a part of my life since we were both in the first grade. My childhood crush turned into a full-on obsession when we were teenagers. He was the center of every dream I had ever created. But no matter how much I planned for him to be a part of my future, to him, I was simply his best friend's little sister. My lips quivered as the last few hours replayed in my mind. “Rosie,” Shawn placed his hands against the bare skin on my upper arms, “What’s going on?” I haven’t seen Shawn in years, but somehow, he still knows me. The way my nickname rolls off his lips takes me back to a time when things were so much simpler. Shaking my head, I forced a smile, “It’s just been a rough day,”
“Can we not tell my mother and father about this? Not yet at least,” I held the papers in my shaky hands. My father would never approve of what I was doing. When James and I announced that we would be getting married, my father was elated. My mother even more so. Their status in the world was always a top priority. They wanted Chris and I to be in the spotlight. We were the product of American royalty and old money. Red Pharmaceutical was passed down from my grandfather to my father, and his father before him. My mother was your typical housewife. Status and appearance were everything. She wanted me to follow in her footsteps, being a housewife to James before having a couple of his children. The future heirs to a fortune. A Red and a Wood creating a family would be the talk of the century. But much to her dismay, James didn’t want children. At least not with me. “Of course. It’s not my place to tell, Rosie,” Shawn distracted me from my thoughts, “Are you sure about this
The hospital had cleared Marina to come home, but I was torn. Rosa had heard me say that I would divorce her. The look in her eyes will haunt me forever. Once she’d stitched up her wound and it had stopped bleeding, I’d slowly been able to pull myself from whatever trance she’d had me wrapped in. Marina was my mate. Not only that, but she was the last remaining link to my past life. And the key to my future. I couldn’t explain why Onyx had awoken at the scent of Rosa’s blood. I couldn’t make sense of any of it. “Fuck,” I growled, slamming my fist against my desk. I don’t beg for anything. I’m James fucking Wood. I don’t need to beg. But today, I was reduced to a blubbering mess trying to hold onto a marriage that I never even wanted. Marina hasn’t spoken to me since we’ve been home. She heard me beg Rosa to stay. She heard the desperation in my voice, but I couldn’t tell her the truth. I couldn’t explain to her something that I didn’t even understand myself. Surely Ros
My eyelashes tickled the tops of my cheekbones as I tried to open my eyes, but the sunlight streaming in from the windows had me snapping them shut instantly. Reaching up, I massaged my temples, feeling a steady throbbing behind my eyes. Rolling to my right, I rolled right off the bed, groaning as I hit plush carpet. Carpet? My eyes shot open as I glanced around the room. This isn’t my room. Or even in my house. The door swung open, and Shawn sleepily stumbled inside, “Did you fall?” Oh, God... No. No. Nooooo. I drank too much last night and the last thing I remember was getting into Shawn’s car. He must have seen the panic in my eyes because he shook his head, “This is my hotel room. I slept out on the couch,” he massaged the back of his neck, offering me a smile. I breathed a sigh of relief, “I’m so sorry,” I started, but he cut me off, “Don’t be sorry. You can use my bed any time you need it,” he winked, “Want some coffee?” “Please,” I pushed myself up from the flo
I calmly walked around the side of the table, taking a seat and waiting for James to do the same, but he remained standing. His posture was rigid, and each breath came out as if he was forcing himself to remember to breathe. “Why are you wearing his clothes, Rosa?” James finally turned around, glancing down at my attire. “Are we really going to discuss the clothing that I am wearing?” “You are wearing another man’s clothing,” he spat, “That’s where we are going to start.” “It’s been three years and you’ve not bothered to pay me attention until I’m wearing another man’s clothing. Do you realize how awful that is?” “You are my wife!” James growled, throwing his arms in the air. “And you are in love with another woman,” I whispered, feeling the tears that I’d been successfully keeping at bay sting my eyes. “You don’t understand,” he whispered, running his fingers through his hair. “Then tell me, James. Explain it to me so that I can understand.” He walked over to the edge of
“Dr. Wood, there is another delivery in your office,” Sandra, one of my nurses wagged her brows. It’s been three days since I’d given James back his ring. I’ve not dared go back to the house. I can’t fathom the thought of seeing James or Marina. Not yet at least. After the meeting, Shawn drove me to my condo in the city. My mother and father protested when I’d put my foot down about keeping it after James and I got married, but I’m thankful I refused now. It was my home before I shared one with James. Everything was a bit dusty, but otherwise, it felt peaceful. The entire first night I spent crying and shoveling ice cream into my face. I’d held my tears so much over the last three years, that I cried for hours. I feel as if I’m mourning a loss. It’s tragic knowing that no matter how hard you tried, it was never going to be good enough. When I entered my marriage with James, I had hope. So much of it. I studied him from the shadows. Learned everything that I could learn. I