The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 51

Nancy glared at Judson, who was leaning against the doorframe. She was clearly not happy. "Just back off!"

She had intended to offer Judson shelter for the night, but he had crossed the line, roughing up Orlando the way he did.

However, Judson pressed forward, barging in and giving Nancy a hard look. A chill seemed to pour off him in waves. Even the air seemed to freeze over.

"Get out. You think I'm truly your wife or something..." Nancy's cold voice trailed off as Judson's strong arms wrapped around her slender waist again, pulling her into a tight embrace before she could react. Judson's familiar scent enveloped her.

"Judson!" Nancy raised her voice in irritation again.

"Nancy, if you won't let me call you my wife, and you won't admit I'm your husband, so, are you seriously saying you're into that blonde homewrecker?"

Nancy was stunned. "Blonde homewrecker? You mean Orlando?"

She should've been furious, yet somehow, the bottom of her heart found the humor in it. "Orlando isn't a homewrecker."

"What's the difference? He's trying to wreck our marriage as the third wheel."

not good-looking, so you might

his marriage

about looks. Judson was too domineering, resorting to violence without a proper conversation. She had considered sheltering Judson for the night because he seemed compliant but

Judson a

something you ask of me, I'll listen," Judson assured her, his expression

heart aches every time I see you." Nancy remained calm, aware

me and take

Judson seemed puzzled, clearly reluctant

be obedient, right? Then

eyes, but he complied, letting

standing outside, barely stable, when Nancy, quick as a flash, shut

the closed door, Nancy felt

with suppressed sadness, reached her from the other

Nancy paused for seconds before continuing, "Judson, I don't know you. I only arrived in Ardenweald yesterday,

lying. You are my wife!" Judson's voice was a mix of anger and

expression on his face, her

station first thing tomorrow. Your

me anymore. I won't see you again. I'm going to rest