Page 117 of The Loathing

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

AMORA

The days are rolling into one. I wake, breathe, exist, then sleep into a dreamless emptiness. Each one passing a little slower than the one before, but I am one step closer to being married to Wolfe.

A loveless marriage.

An unwanted husband.

A lonely wife.

I roll over, my eyes dry from the amount of tears I have shed; I am certain I have none left to cry. I hear a soft knock on the door, but I don’t lift my eyes to see who it is. I don’t need to. I feel him.

“Amora,” his voice floats through the room but I gaze ahead, almost trance like.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” my voice is flat, I feel so unattached from myself, and I don’t even know who I am anymore.

I’m wallowing and I am pathetic. I don’t know how long I had waited, but finally I slowly push myself up from my bed, I sit on the edge and let my toes curl into the carpet.

Sighing, I stand and drag my heavy legs towards the door in hopes that Titus had left me, but who was I kidding. He has been my shadow. Five steps behind me at all times and even though I silently begged for him to come closer, he wouldn’t.

How could someone I had such intense feelings for and shared such an intimate connection with suddenly feel like nothing more than a stranger. Just a person.

I ignore the twist in my chest, my heart ripping into nothing but tiny pieces and scattering throughout my body.

“Ready?” Titus asks, but I ignore him. We’ve hardly said more than twenty words to each other since he broke my heart and betrayed my trust. I have nothing to say to him. I shouldn’t be angry with him, I know that deep down and that the person I loathe is my father, but he isn’t here so the only one I have to take it out on is Titus.

So, he is going to get it.

Every last piece.

“Wolfe is expecting you for breakfast,” Titus says as I near the stairs.

My fingers wrap round the balustrade, letting my hand glide as I make my way towards the dining room.

The door is opened for me, and I see Wolfe sitting at the head of the table, Hunter to the right of him. I hold my head a little higher as I walk towards them, pushing my heartache to the pit of my stomach. My chair is pulled out and I take a seat, placing my table napkin on my lap.

“Good morning wife,” Wolfe rests his elbow on the table, chewing with his mouth closed as a small smirk spread across his lips. Snapping my head to face him, I narrow my gaze on his.

“Please don’t call me that. I’m not your wife.”

“Yet.”

“My name is Amora to you, nothing else.”

“Someone is agitated this morning,” Hunter snipes and shakes his head.

“What gives you that impression?” I click my tongue to the roof of my mouth and steady my gaze on him.

He stops chewing, staring me down and I don’t let my eyes move from him.

“We’re really not that bad,” he shrugs his shoulders, very blasé.

“I don’t care, I don’t want to be here but…” I roll my lips and look down at my smoked salmon, muffin and scrambled egg.

“Is everything okay?” I hear Titus ask and my skin flames.

“Fine,” I snap. Truth was, I didn’t like smoked salmon. The texture was enough to make me gag.

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