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."

recalling something. "Babe, he's not good-looking, so you might

threaten his

feeling overwhelmed. It wasn't about looks. Judson was too domineering, resorting to violence without a proper conversation. She had considered sheltering Judson for the night

a serious look.

you ask of me, I'll listen," Judson assured

I must love you deeply, although I can't remember our past. My heart aches every time I

and take ten steps

clearly reluctant to release

"You said you'd be obedient, right? Then

at Nancy with puppy-dog eyes, but he complied, letting go and

quick as a flash, shut the door firmly. Judson

closed door, Nancy felt relief wash over

sadness, reached her from the

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

are my wife!" Judson's voice was

the expression on his face, her lips

the police station first thing tomorrow. Your

me anymore. I won't see