Page 91 of His Cursed Heart

"Althea-"

"Nothing." I hear myself talk.

"You expect me to believe that after I saw you react like this?" He's angry. He has all the reasons to be angry.

"I-I'm not," Just say a fucking sentence, Althea. Don't let them take your control again. "I'm not ready to talk about it."

I don't think I'll ever be ready.

"If he fucking hurt you and you're not telling me-"

"I'm not fucking ready to talk about that night, Keaton! Cazzo, respect that. Who do you think you are?" I scream.

"Who do I think I am? I'm your fucking husband and all I ask from you is to tell me what happened! I'm not going to hurt you, fucking trust me." He yells back. Our faces are inches away and our breathing is fast, like we just run ten miles.

"Then earn it!" I say with anger. "Earn that trust."

"How, Althea? How am I going to earn your trust when I'm the only one who's trying to make this marriage work? You're not talking, you're ignoring me and when you do, you curse me and yell at me." I start to see Everette's face in a blurry way and then I feel a wet trance on my cheek. I touch my face with trembling hands and I see water on my fingertips.

When was the last time I cried?

“You talk to me by touching me! How can I trust you when all you do is confuse me.” I say with raspy breaths.

“Don’t fucking say that when you clearly enjoy when I’m touching you. Don’t accuse me of something like that.” I don’t want to.

“Maybe I don’t like being touched like that.” I whisper. His angry face breaks my heart and I want to apologize but I can’t.

The damage is already made.

"I need time." I say defeated and I hurry to leave the room. I hear something crash from inside his office but I ignore it.

You need to tell him, my mind tells me.

I'm scared, I reply back.

"Dis ish very good," Vincent sweet voice makes me smile. His mouth is full of carbonara and the corners of his lips are covered in sauce.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, dirty." I say and I take a tissue and wipe his mouth. It doesn't take much time until he's covered again in sauce.

It's evening and after my fight with Everette, I decided to make dinner and calm myself.

Our yelling was heard by the entire house and now guards and servants aren't looking at me. Is it pity? Maybe they're scared I'll snap at them. I don't know and I'm too tired to care.

"I see everyone is here." I'm startled by my husband's voice. He's dressed casually and he eyes the panther who is under the table and eats its chicken.

Everette sits at the table next to me and Mary, one of the cooks, puts his dish in front of him. The tension is suffocating me and I try to be unaffected by his presence but it's useless.

We start eating in silence and Vincent looks at Everette with a frown. What is going on in his little mind?

"This is very good." Everette's rough voice brings goosebumps on my skin.

"Thea made it." Vincent says while looking in my husband's eyes.

"She's a very good cook." He says without looking at me.

"Of course she is." Vincent puffs.

"Alright, attitude, why don't you go and brush your

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