All Chapters of Our Marriage, Our Rules: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SAVANNAHDominic and I are driving towards Dad’s office. He doesn't know I'm going there yet, as I want to surprise him.He is yet to know that I’ve returned to Dominic, and more of which I want to surprise him with. I wanted Mom to be the first, but she had told me she was out and would let me know when she returned home.Dominic’s hand is placed on my thighs. Every few minutes, he strokes my thighs gently. Although I know it's innocent, I can't help but feel a tightening in my core. It's been a while since we were intimate, and even though I know he's not going to push me for it, I can't help but wonder if I should do so.I look over at him as he focuses, and I change my mind. Perhaps he needs to work for it so that next time, he understands the importance of being accepted by a woman.“When are you planning on returning to the company?” Dominic asks, breaking the silence. I look out the window and then back at him.I honestly haven’t thought about it yet. “I don't know for sure,” I

SAVANNAHDad purses his lips and looks at Mom, who glares at him. “What is he talking about, Mom? When did you keep him out of my life?”She balls her hands into fists. “I made sure to cut off all his connections from you,” she says slowly. “And I never told you that he never stopped trying to get back in your life, but I shut him down at every angle,” she says, trembling. I know from the look on my face that she knows she messed up, but she continues anyway. “I never told you he wrote to you, he sent gifts to you, he came to see you, and I never allowed him.” She swallows. “I was protecting you.”Tears trail down my cheeks. “You knew how much I wanted my father,” I say calmly. “You knew how much I was bullied for not having a father.” Her eyes glisten with tears as she looks at me. “All my life, you watched me grow up with hatred for him, knowing he was fighting to play the responsibility and to be a part of my life, but you made sure that didn’t happen.”My voice is surprisingly calm

SAVANNAHMy eyes flutter open, and I blink as I take in my surroundings. I'm back in the room. Dominic must've brought me back up last night.I look at the side of his bed, but it's empty. I place my hands there, and it's cold. How long ago did he leave? I blush as I remember our time in the garden. He was extremely gentle with me, taking me two times later before I was utterly exhausted.Last night was different. He held and whispered his love for me while he made love to me. I groan as I cover my face with my bedsheet.I smile to myself. Maybe, just perhaps, I could be happy as I always wished. My smile fades as I remember the conversation with Mom and Dad. It has been so long since they've ever had a conversation that they don't listen; it's shouting over one another.And to think that Mom knew all this while that he wanted to know me, that he didn't cast me outside, but she told me she did, made me believe he did. Worse of all, she accused me of having abandonment issues.I feel a

DOMINIC.I scatter the petals on the ground, from the door to the dining table, and I smile as I look at my handiwork.Small candles are spread across the living room with red petals. With Savannah out of the house, I thought it'd be best to have a nice dinner, especially after the moment we shared last night.I rush upstairs and change into more decent pants and a shirt, just white socks. I walk back down to the table.I check my time, and it's 7:45, and I know she will soon be home. I set down the food and walk towards the fresh flowers I bought, placing them in the chair I set for her.I look around and smile to myself. I can't wait to see her reaction when she gets down. I sit at the table to wait for my wife.Time goes by, and she isn't home yet. I check my time, and it's 8:25, and I frown. She should've been home by now. I pull out my phone and call her, and it rings for the longest, but there's no answer.I frown. Is she in traffic? I redial her number and no answer. Maybe I sho

SAVANNAH.I whimper as she pushes me to the floor and walks back to where she was standing. “Your father thinks I'm a fool. I loved him even when I knew he didn't give two fucks about me. I was willing to lose everything to prove my love to him. You know what he did? He used me,” she says, her voice pained. “He used me as a vessel to protect your mother. He pretended to love me, and I was stupid to believe him.” I groan as the pain in my belly increases, and I pray nothing happens to my child. “Do you want to know the truth about your mother?”I remain silent, focusing on the pain in my stomach. My silence worsens her disposition because she walks over and kicks me back. “You answer me when I speak to you!” Like Sophia, she's dressed in all black with boots on. “You are alive right now only because I say so. Answer me accordingly!”I raise my head and glare at her. “You will pay for this,” I say, despite my pain. “You won't go free, Becca.” I look over at Sophia, whose hands are balled