When he spoke again, his voice was low and full of hate. “Very good… very good…”
Then he turned and walked away without another word.
Sable’s POV
The door clicked shut behind us, sealing away the hallway drama and curious neighbors. I watched Caelan walk straight to the kitchen without saying a word.
He moved with deliberate precision, pulling ingredients from the refrigerator, washing vegetables at the sink, then placing them on the cutting board. Each action was mechanical, silent.
I leaned against the kitchen entrance, studying his rigid posture. The tension in his shoulders spoke volumes.
He’s angry. About Darrell moving in, about me not telling him, about the breakfast and flowers.
I thought back to my lies about the daisies. About eating Darrell’s breakfast when I was upset about those photos of him and Blair. About having coffee with Darrell and not mentioning it.
Maybe I would be angry too.
“You prepare to make something delicious? I tried, moving closer to his back.
“Whatever.” He didn’t turn around.
I pressed myself against his back, wrapping my arms around his waist. “My husband has such amazing cooking skills. Better than any five-star restaurant chef!
“Mm.”
My heart sank at the flat response. I stroked his arm gently. “You seem really quiet today. Are you tired?”
He paused in his cutting for just a moment. “I’m fine.”
The knife resumed its steady rhythm against the board.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Caelan… don’t you have anything you want to ask me?”
“No.”
About Darrell, I mean. I can explain everything.”
“Uh-huh.”
Heat rose in my chest. The dismissive response stung more than outright anger would have.
“He only moved in yesterday,” I said to his back. “The night you went to see Blair.”
Now Caelan stopped cutting completely. He set down the knife and turned to face me.
“This morning he brought me breakfast and flowers. I hadn’t heard from you since yesterday night, and then I saw those photos of you and Blair that looked like…” I swallowed hard. “I was emotionally devastated. Maybe there was some spite involved. And I hadn’t eaten since last night, so I just ate the breakfast.”
The words tumbled out faster as my frustration grew. “You know what? The more I talk, the more I realize I didn’t do anything wrong. Why should I explain myself like this? Think whatever you want. I don’t owe you anything.”
I spun around, ready to storm out of the kitchen.
I’m not some criminal who needs to defend herself. He can sulk all he wants.
Strong fingers wrapped around my wrist before I could take two steps. Caelan pulled me back against his chest, his arms encircling me tightly.
“Sabi. His voice was softer now. I’m not mad at you. I’m furious with myself for not being here when you needed me.”
1 melted slightly against him. Then why the cold shoulder?
“Because I hate that he got to comfort you when I should have been the one taking care of you. His arms tightened. I hate that you had to deal with his manipulation alone.
Relief flooded through me, followed quickly by guilt for my defensive reaction.
“There’s something else though. His voice turned careful. Darrell mentioned you two had coffee together. When did that happen?”
I sighed against his chest. “That day I made macarons for you. I ran into him when I was leaving to see you. I thought if I talked to him, I could make him understand it was really over and stop bothering me.”
“But instead he showed you those photos.”
“Yeah. He was trying to convince me you were cheating.” I pulled back to look at him. “He was so determined to break us up.”
“Well, I’m done talking about him.” I reached up to touch his face. “Can we agree not to let him control our conversations anymore? Our relationship doesn’t need him as a third wheel.”
“You’re absolutely right.” He caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm.
“I need you to do something for me though.” His voice dropped to almost a whisper. “I was really hurt just now. Darrell almost got in my head with his games.”
He paused, those blue eyes searching mine. “I discovered something about myself today. I lack security when it comes to you.”
“Sabi, I’m terrified of losing you.” The confession came out raw, honest. “I’m scared you’ll decide you don’t want me anymore.”
I reached up to cup his face with both hands.
“Then you better take good care of me.” I rose on my tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
A real smile finally broke across his features.
He pulled me closer, but his expression grew serious again. “Sabi, I don’t feel comfortable with you staying here anymore. Darrell is right downstairs. He’ll keep coming up here to bother you.”
“What do you suggest?”
“Either you move in with me, or I make a phone call and have him forcibly relocated.”
I shook my head firmly. “You can’t abuse your position like that.”
‘But-
“Today’s humiliation should be enough to make him back off,” I reasoned. “He was thoroughly embarrassed in front of all the neighbors. If he’s smart, he’ll move out on his own. And if he doesn’t…” I shrugged. “Then I’ll consider moving in with you.”
Caelan frowned. “Are you sure? I don’t trust him to give up that easily.”
“I’m sure. Besides, if he does cause more trouble, you’ll be there to protect me, right?”
“Always. The promise came without hesitation.
“Good. Now…” I traced a finger down his chest, enjoying how his eyes darkened. “How exactly do you plan to make up for that wounded heart of yours?”
“What do you think?” His voice had turned low and playful.
He leaned down until his lips brushed my ear. Whatever he whispered made my face flame red instantly.
“You pervert!” I smacked his chest, but I was laughing.
The kitchen filled with his rich laughter, and finally, everything felt right again.
Darrell’s POV
I slammed the apartment door behind me with enough force to rattle the entire frame. The sound echoed through the hallway like a gunshot. My keys sailed across the room, clattering against the wall before hitting the floor with a metallic crash.
Fucking Caelan. Fucking Lycan King.
The memory burned through my skull like acid. His foot on my chest. That look of cold satisfaction in those ice-blue eyes. Sable standing there in his white shirt, those marks on her neck screaming what they’d been doing just minutes before.
She said she never loved me.
I grabbed the crystal flower vase from the coffee table.
Then I hurled it against the wall.
Crystal exploded everywhere. Fragments rained down like bitter tears, some pieces so small they turned to dust.
She thanked me for cheating. Thanked me for letting her find her ‘true love.
My fists connected with the coffee table’s glass surface. Once. Twice. The third blow sent spiderweb cracks racing across the entire panel. Blood welled up from my knuckles, but the pain felt distant compared to the rage eating me alive.
I swept everything off the table. Remote controls, magazines and coasters. All of it went flying.
The side table was next. I kicked it hard enough to send the lamp crashing down. The bulb exploded on impact, adding more glass to the growing collection on my floor.
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