Page 2 of Pretty Little Wife

“Hey...” His voice faded as he stalked into the middle of the wardrobe bloodbath and stopped. “What the hell happened in here? Why did you touch my stuff?”

Hisstuff. He viewed everything, even her, as his property.

For a few seconds, she stared at him and wondered why she’d ever agreed to that first date. He’d been charming, sure. All guy-next-door with his light brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was tall, but not threateningly so. Attractive in his confidence. His smile had won her over. He seemed... harmless. That’s what she’d craved. The benign.

Now she wanted to punch that mouth and keep hitting until silence blanketed her.

“Why are you just sitting there? What’s wrong with you?” he asked as he turned in a slow circle, taking in every inch of her rampage.

“I was looking for your shirt.” Her voice came out steady, amazing even her.

“The one you lost.” He said it as if that were a fact. “I appreciate the effort but you should have asked before you went rifling through my things.”

“I live here, too.”

“Okay, but you have to admit that this looks...”

“What?” She had no idea how he would twist his way out of this one.

“Unhinged.”

Oh, right. Of course he would say that. Blame her.

This time—this time only—he wasn’t wrong. She felt unwound. Held together by a thin thread of sheer will and nothing more.

“I found this.” She held up the new-to-her phone.

His expression didn’t change. His mouth didn’t so much as twitch. “What is it?”

As if he didn’t know. The lying asshole.

“Don’t do that. It’s yours, and we both know it.”

He let out a long breath. It came out as an exhausted sigh, as if he’d been stuck with her for too long and had grown weary. “Now, don’t get hysterical.”

Gaslighting.She heard it in the fake soothing cadence of his voice. In every syllable.

“I haven’t moved.” She forced her voice to stay flat. Sucked all of the emotion out of the words to prevent him from throwing them back at her.

He glanced at the phone then to her face. “But you’ve let your imagination run wild. I know you.”

He didn’t, but leave it to him to find a way to make himself the wronged party in this. “That’s not true.”

“Look at this mess.” He motioned toward the empty dresser drawers.

She tightened her grip on the phone. “You didn’t even use a different pin.”

“That’s enough.” The deeper they waded into the emotional morass, the more in control he sounded. That placating voice. He even held up his hands in mock surrender as if he needed to calmherdown. “Listen to me.”

“Go ahead. Try to explain.”

“I shouldn’t have to.” He stopped the sentence there and held her gaze for a few seconds with an unwavering glare. “But the reality is it’s nothing. A practical joke by a couple of students that went sideways. Nothing to worry about.”

He thought she was an idiot. That was the only explanation.

Her muscles shook, but she forced her body up. Somehow managed to get to her feet and stay there. “I know what I saw.”

He sighed at her again, full of indignation and unsteady tolerance. “What youthinkyou saw. Because I promise you’re wrong.”

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