Till Death or Divorce — Episode 5

That night he slept in the master bedroom with me we need to maintain appearances Appearances. Right. Appearances.

I lay awake long after his breathing became slow and even. For seven years I had dreamed about sleeping beside him. Now I finally was, and I was too terrified to close my eyes. I don't remember falling asleep.

I only remember the dream. Dante was walking away from me. No matter how fast I ran, I couldn't catch him. I reached out.

My fingers found warm skin, firm muscle, a raised scar. Someone had caught my wrist. Elena. I jerked awake.

Dante was propped on one elbow, staring down at me. My hand was on his bare abs. Oh, God. I'm sorry.

I was dreaming. Open your eyes. See what you're doing. He threw off the covers and strode to the bathroom.

Seconds later, cold water thundered through the pipes. The next morning, we drove to his mother's estate. I sat in the passenger seat of his black Bentley, hands folded. About last night.

What were you looking for in my room? A letter. Someone you loved? I smiled bitterly.

He never knew. His knuckles whitened on the leather steering wheel. Now I have to share my bed with a ghost. I can't control wondering.

What? The man in your letter. His voice stayed calm.