Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Grim stared at her. “It will give you time to adjust. I love you, Eve. That has not changed. Unless you’re telling me now that you don’t love me. That you can’t stand me, and you want nothing to do with me?” He thought about it, and changed tactic. “Is that what you’re saying to me, Eve? Your love means so little, that within the space of a few days, you have fallen out of love with me? That you don’t want to be with me. You can’t stand my touch. That you want me out of your life?”
He saw the tears in her eyes and he felt like an asshole. He knew Eve was struggling with the truth.
Grim was desperate.
“I can’t believe you would say that,” Eve said.
“Tell me there’s no hope. Tell me you don’t love me.”
The tears that had been glistening in her eyes slowly fell down her cheeks. She looked down at her food and it was only half-finished. “I can’t eat anymore.”
“Eve…”
She pushed her chair out. “Please, just give me a minute.”
Grim didn’t stop her.
She left the dining room and he heard her retreating footsteps starting to fade. Now he was even more pissed off. He didn’t want to hurt her and yet he had managed to do exactly that. Grabbing his bowl, he tossed it across the room with so much force it hit the wall and smashed. The food had already left the plate.
When was he going to fucking learn?
****
Eve had gone to one of the spare bedrooms. She expected Grim to find her, but he must have known she needed space. After a long shower, she had changed into a pair of pajamas that felt so soft and warm against her body, and then crawled into bed.
Grim always kept a few rooms made up. He never had guests, nor invited people over. At least, he never had in all the time she’d been living with him. Eve couldn’t even recall meeting any of his friends. She hadn’t even asked about his friends either, or work colleagues.
There was so much about his life she didn’t know about.
The warmth surrounded her as she laid in bed, but it was nothing compared to the warmth of his arms. She missed him so much.
Eve had thought asking for a divorce would be easy, that it would be the right thing to do. She had considered what it would mean.
Divorce.
Free of Grim.
Never seeing him again.
Never getting to touch or make love again. Yes, she didn’t like that he lied, and he terrified her a bit, and there were so many other thoughts and feelings inside her head that she couldn’t quite focus or think.
Never, ever seeing or being near Grim again filled her with a terrible feeling of loneliness. She hated it. How could she feel this way when at the same time, she didn’t know what to do with him?
Grim wasn’t the man she thought he was, but he was right, she had never asked questions. She had always assumed.
Tossing and turning on the bed, she couldn’t get to sleep. Eve didn’t know what to do. Her parents were gone. She was married to a man she didn’t truly know.
The minutes ticked by, but Eve was pretty sure they could have been hours. She hadn’t finished her food, and her appetite had diminished at his words. She took a deep breath and then blew it out. Sitting up, she saw only a few hours had passed, and it was nearing midnight. She hated snacking late at night, but she was hungry and thirsty.
She pushed the sheets back, stepped out of the bed, and then padded across the floor. Opening the door, she made her way down to the kitchen and went straight to the freezer. In the middle of the night, only ice cream would do.
Grim knew of her weakness for all kinds of ice cream. She was a sucker for all flavors, and he had made sure to purchase enough to fill two drawers. On top was vanilla and chocolate. Good flavors, but tonight she needed something different. Chocolate fudge was a must, as was strawberry cheesecake, and then as a last offering, chocolate mint. She grabbed three different spoons for each ice cream so she didn’t blend them together and stood at the counter. Freezer closed, three tubs of deliciousness in front of her.
All she needed was a good hot chocolate so she got to work making herself a mugful. Instead of using a saucepan and heating milk on the stove, she went to the good old reliable microwave. There were times and places for the right way. Tonight, only the quick way would do for her to get that comforting taste she craved so much.
She stood at the microwave giving the ice cream a few minutes to melt. The house was nice and warm. She hadn’t looked outside yet, but she had no doubt there was a layer of snow blanketing the ground. Eve loved snow. She loved fall and winter, her favorite times of the year. Spring and summer were okay, but there was something special about fall into winter.