Page 102 of The Rancher Married the Wrong Sister
Good.
Because she had barely started, and there was so much more she planned to say.
“You thought I’d come back to save her, didn’t you?”
Wednesday was now staring at Gavine with dazed hurt; it was rather nice to know the idiot was as easy to manipulate like always.
“You used the prenup as bait—”
“Enough,” Gavine grated out. “One more fucking word—”
Jessica fought against the urge to scream at him.Why was he treating her like this? Why?He used to worship her. So why? Surely, it couldn’t just be Wednesday alone?
“Is it true?” Wednesday choked out.
Gavine’s gaze snapped back to his wife, and seeing her so vulnerable as she clutched the sheet around her like armor was like a knife to his chest.
“Is that why you keep telling me our marriage isn’t supposed to be real?”
The tremor in his wife’s tone nearly killed him. “Wednesday, please—”
“I thought you were just being cautious. But I didn’t know you were still waiting for her to come back.”
Jessica was about to take a step forward when Gavine’s gaze snapped to her, and the rage in his eyes made her blood freeze.
“Get out. You’ve done enough.”
“But darling—”
“Don’t push me.”
Jessica couldn’t believe the way he was looking at her now. Like she was something dirty he’d scraped off his shoe.
What the hell?
She had thought he would be back to his senses by now, realize she was still the better choice than Wednesday, but she had clearly underestimated the lure of her sister’s virginity.
Gavine tried to reach for Wednesday’s hand, but his wife clumsily backed away as if his touch was poison. The movement made the sheet slip dangerously low, and she had to grab for it, the gesture making her look even more fragile.
“Please let me explain,” he said hoarsely.
Wednesday shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Just answer my question—”
“Look at you, for pity’s sake,” Jessica snapped, unable to contain herself any longer. Her mask of vulnerability cracked completely, revealing the vicious woman beneath. “Do you really think he’d want someone like you when he has someone like me?”
The words hung in the air like poison, and Gavine saw red.
In five seconds flat, he grabbed Jessica’s arm, hauled her across the room, and shoved her out into the hallway before slamming the heavy oak door in her face. The sound echoed through the master suite like a gunshot.
But when he turned around, he saw that he still wasn’t fast enough, because his wife was now crying in earnest, tears silently tracking down her cheeks as she stared at him with those wounded violet eyes.
No. God, no.
He strode forward, and this time he didn’t let her stop him, didn’t let the haunted expression on her face hinder him from reaching out to grab her shoulders.
“It’s not what you think,” he gritted out, because already he could feel her slipping farther and farther away from him.
“I love you.”
