Committed Read online Penelope Sky (Betrothed #4)

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Betrothed Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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Sofia followed my gaze. “I know you won’t be here as much as you’d like, so I want Andrew to be able to see you whenever he wants.”

I felt a million emotions at once. I wanted to burst into tears, but I also wanted to demolish that whole room. I felt like a ghost observing someone else live my life. I felt like I was watching my life before my death. This wasn’t a punishment; it was a crime. I didn’t deserve this regardless of the things I’d done. This life should be mine, but after my son was born, I would be back to the shadows…back to the prison.

I no longer had control of my body. My feet moved on their own, and I was in the throes of an emotional breakdown. I gave her no explanation before I stormed out and left the house. If I stayed, I would say things I regretted. If I stayed, she would watch me collapse and combust.

I barely made it to the street corner before I burst into tears.

I ended up in a bar close by. Scotch was the only friend I’d had throughout the years, so now I leaned on it more than I ever had before. There were people everywhere, but I felt alone. The free drinks sent my way were disregarded, and I stared into my glass as I calmed myself down.

Sofia gave me space and didn’t call me. It’d been hours since I stormed off and disappeared. I just needed a break from the suffocation, from the reminder of all the things I couldn’t have.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t love her.

My phone lit up with a text message. Heard you were in the city. Wanna get a drink?

It was my brother Ash, and I quickly deduced Sofia had reached out to him. I’m already having a drink.

Then have another.

I texted him the bar and waited for him to show up.

Fifteen minutes later, he sat on the stool beside me and ordered a gin and tonic. He stared straight ahead and didn’t say anything for a while. The nice thing about my brother was that he didn’t immediately interrogate me.

It was nice because I’d never been much of a talker.

“Sofia told me you could use a friend.”

No, I could use a wife. I could use a son. I kept drinking and sat quietly.

“You want to talk about it?”

I shook my head.

“Alright.” He sat there quietly with me…just being with me.

“What exactly did she say?”

“That you left the house abruptly and were upset. Didn’t say much else.”

Why didn’t she come after me herself? Not that I wanted her to…

“I know this is hard for you, man. You’re entitled to be upset.”

I never said otherwise.

“You should tell her how you feel.”

I slowly turned to him, my eyebrow raised. “What good would that do?”

He shrugged. “It won’t change anything. But it might make you feel better…get all the shit off your chest. She used to be the person you confided everything to. Just ’cause she’s no longer your wife doesn’t mean you can’t still do that.”

I shook my head slightly. “I’m not her problem anymore.”

“If she didn’t love you, she wouldn’t have called me. And as long as she still loves you, you’ll always be her problem.”

I walked into her bedroom late at night. It was almost eleven in the evening when I arrived back at the house. I was hoping she would be asleep, but I also knew she would be sitting up waiting for me, a book in her lap.

When I walked in the door, that was exactly what she was doing.

She shut the book and put it on her nightstand before she got out of bed. In the same nightdress she wore every night, she looked so damn pretty. Made me hate her even more. “Are you okay?”

Scotch was on my breath, and I was in a sour mood. I hated her because I loved her. And the more I loved her, the more I hated her. “I fucking hate this. We’ve been apart almost as long as we were married, but I somehow love you more now than I did then.”

She turned still on the spot, listening to me with emotion in her eyes.

“I haven’t fucked anyone else because I’m still in love with you. I dream of you, I miss you. And walking into Andrew’s room only reminds me of what I’m missing, what I can never have.”

A thin film of moisture developed in her eyes. “I know…”

“I’m happy we’re having this baby. If I’m going to have kids with anyone, I want it to be with you. But I also want to be a family. I want to come home to you every day. I want Andrew to piss all over me when I’m changing his diaper. I want all that stupid bullshit that most men hate. I assumed this time apart would weaken my heart, but it’s only made it stronger.”


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