Simon said some really hurtful things to his wife, and now she won’t forgive him. She’s even asking for a divorce. A divorce! She won’t talk to him, so he can’t even apologize properly. So, what’s a husband to do?
Reese wakes up the next day to find herself handcuffed to the bed. She has no choice but to listen to him.
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Her eyes fluttered open, catching a glimpse of the room she still wasn’t accustomed to. She missed her bed and her old room, she thought as she turned to her side only to be stopped short. “What?” She leaned her head back and gasped when she saw her hands tied to the headboard. Fear spiked inside her, her heartbeat accelerating as she realized she was cuffed to the bed.
“Shhh.” A male voice rang, making her fingers clench around one other. “It’s just me.”
Her head whipped around. “Si?”
Her eyes flashed when she saw him sitting down in the armchair across the room. “What have you done? Why am I tied up?”
“We need to talk, and you keep ignoring me.”
“So, you thought handcuffing me to the bed was the way to go?” Her voice rose.
He shrugged. “Yup. That way, you can’t run away.”
Un-freaking-believable. “This isn’t funny, Simon. Untie me!”
“No.” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the soft leather, his gaze moving over her partially covered form. “I like you like that.”
“Oh, so now you like me?”
His eyes closed as if he was in pain. When he opened them again, regret filled his face. “Reese, I never… I never wanted to hurt you. You have to believe me. I l-”
She cut him off, “I don’t care! You’re an adult, Simon. You could have stopped yourself, but you didn’t. You obviously meant what you said. End of the discussion. Now, get those cuffs off!”
“No.” He was already shaking his head. “That’d be too easy. I know you think I’ve been lying to you all these years, but baby I haven’t. I love you, don’t you see?” She snorted but he ignored it. “I do. I guess now’s the time to remind you.”