Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 78

Emotionless

I couldn’t cry even though I wanted to. For some sick reason, my body decided that it would be better if I kept all my intense emotions rotting inside me instead of crving them out. I lay on my bed, thinking about how this could happen. I was so engaged in his war that I poured my heart and soul into it, but he decided to crush it. Even if it was a twisted way of his to protect me, it destroyed everything and all the trust between us. I was certain of him, to the point where I wanted to risk my life for him because I thought that he would do the same… Was I only fooling myself?

I stared at the ceiling, analyzing the situation of my kidnapping with a brand-new filter. What would have happened if I hadn’t found my way out of there? Would Aren have risked his life to save mine, or perhaps it was merely my foolish assumption? Maybe he had never planned to enter that building in the first place. Maybe his sole purpose had always been to catch the one who wanted him dead? I felt that my heart grew bitter with every new “maybe” that appeared inside my mind.

“Idiot…” I muttered to myself, letting out a humorless laugh. “You wanted to believe in a fairy

tale, but such doesn’t exist.”

I struggled with shallow breathing for another hour until suddenly, my chest stopped hurting, as if someone put out the fire consuming my heart. Now it became almost cold, easily letting go of all the necessary emotions.

“23 and a half more months, Cora,” I mumbled. “At least you didn’t sell yourself cheap.”

It looked like all women from the Bell family were cursed, and I wasn’t an exception. Perhaps God didn’t want us to be loved by men, but he certainly wanted us to be strong, and I needed to toughen up. I should have learned to value my heart long ago, and yet I kept repeating my mistakes. Aren was right about one thing: I needed to suck it up.

After contemplating for another five hours while staring at the ceiling, I got up from my bed with my heart carefully patched and a new plan for the rest of my life that didn’t involve Aren in it.

on my way downstairs to the kitchen. I preferred it that way. I made us coffee, some toast, and vegetable salad as if nothing had

in a slightly sleepy voice, the one that used to make my

also made two copies of the recording and hid it on two well-protected virtual drives, just in case. Now I’ll go upstairs to finish getting

I glanced over my shoulder, struggling to keep my face indifferent, just like I did a few seconds ago. He

“I’m glad we’ve come

get rid of the lump in my throat. “Yes, we did,” I replied, turning away from him. If I had any doubts that the road of indifference was my best and only choice, then they all disappeared at that very moment, “Come to terms, my ass,” I muttered

him while we were on our way to the FBL Despite telling myself that! should act naturally and contain my emotions, I felt it wasn’t working at all. I was all emotions – I only changed their type, from fluffy and mushy to stinging and razor-sharp. I tried to hide them underneath a carefully crafted smile, but I couldn’t erase them from

sunshine?” Aren’s question brought my blood to a boil. Barely restraining myself from

chuckled. “But I like calling you

retorted and turned my head away from him. “I

only after a while, “All right. I

no matter how many times I told myself that it was better this way. I knew that I needed to build a concrete wall around my heart

of the FBI office, Jack texted, asking us to meet him at the nearby coffee shop instead of his office. He also insisted that we park the car elsewhere and then walk to the place of our meeting. It sounded a bit strange, but we agreed that Jack had to have his reasons. Marcus stopped the car a block away and checked the

see anyone who could be following, but I suggest

arm. “Let’s

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