You Are My Reason Read online Willow Winters (You Are Mine Duet #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: You Are Mine Duet Series by Willow Winters
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
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I truly loved him. I thought fate had given me a second chance at love and happiness. I knew it was too good to be true.

“How could you do that?” The aching question isn’t what I’d planned to say when I narrowed my eyes. “You’re sick,” I add and the words are gritted out somehow, bearing the strength I was aiming for and I wait for him to strike back with the same venom I’ve given him.

His steady breathing is somehow calming and it irritates me as I watch his chest rise and fall. “Maybe,” he says before rising off the bed and turning away from me. My heart plummets at the sight of his back to me and my expression crumples. It physically hurts me to know he’s hurting too. I thought I knew agony before. My God.

Why did this happen? How could it happen?

Tears threaten and I shove them back, hating all of this and praying to just wake up and find it’s merely a bad dream. Please! Please, I would give anything for this to only be a nightmare. My silent prayers are disrupted by the wood floors creaking as Mason heads toward the door, leaving me here and not giving me any indication of what’s to come.

“Aren’t you going to say you’re sorry?” I whisper the ragged question. Maybe that’s what’s most shocking; he hasn’t said he’s sorry. Not for tying me up and keeping me here… not for murdering my husband almost a year ago.

His tall frame pauses in the partially opened doorway, stopping in his tracks as he registers what I’ve said. He turns his head slowly to look back at me over his shoulder, his hand still on the carved glass doorknob.

“I already told you that I’m sorry. You were never supposed to know the truth.”

“You’re only sorry that I found out?” I ask with equal amounts of disbelief and hurt.

His eyes dart to the floor and the bedroom door groans as it opens slightly wider.

He glances up at me hesitantly, as if debating on telling me something. It would be the truth; I can see it, can feel the intensity. Instead he says nothing, walking out of the bedroom with even strides before slamming the door shut behind him.

Mason

The past is dark,

And filled with pain.

Mistakes were made,

And nothing gained.

If I had known,

I’d have found a way.

But what’s done is done,

The past never goes away.

Someone knows. The knowledge brings a chill that prickles down my shoulders to the base of my spine. Someone knows what I’ve done. It’s been nearly a year. So much time has passed and yet they’ve said and done nothing until now. All the possibilities of who it could possibly be are jumbled in the forefront of my mind. For hours I’ve been focused on this rather than what I’ve done to Jules. My poor Jules.

I didn’t think anyone knew until Jules received that letter.

It destroys me that I couldn’t lie to her. I couldn’t hide what I’d done. Some sick, twisted part of me is relieved that now she knows.

But then I see the way she looks at me. I deserve the hate… I knew it would come to this and still I want to fix it. I don’t have any other choice but to make this right. I can’t let her go.

I won’t.

They say if you love someone, you should let them go.

That’s bullshit.

I didn’t know it until I lost her, but I had nothing to live for without Jules. There’s no possibility in this life that I’m going back to what I was before her.

The idea that she could turn me in has barely even registered. It’s merely a passing thought that intrudes upon the images replaying in my head of seeing her walk away from me. The memories of her pushing against my chest, violently scratching and kicking me. Her screams that she hates me echo in my ears over and over.

She doesn’t mean it. She can’t hate me. Not for that.

I swallow thickly as I descend the stairs, gripping the railing and matching the pounding of my heart with the heavy thud of my bare feet.

I can make it right. I can and I will. My palm is clammy as I hold the railing tighter.

It’s a priority to figure out how to make her forget the past and remember her future is with me. I nod, envisioning how this was supposed to be. How it could have ended so beautifully.

I check to make sure the front door’s locked as I pass the foyer, still completely trashed from our earlier struggle and head for the dining room, ignoring the mess.

More importantly, I need to find out who the fuck knows what I did and if they have any evidence. That’s first. Jules needs time to cool off and while she does, I need to work out who sent that letter and why.



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