The End Of a Marriage
Chapter 308
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Not with Marco. The snake had only spread his venom Graham was the one who had let it happen. He had allowed his own jealousy and frustration to push her away when all he ever wanted was to keep her close. And now, because of his own foolishness, she was hurting.
But no more.
She was his wife
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and it was his responsibility to protect her, not just from Marco’s poison but from everything that threatened her
happiness. He would make sure of it.
“Isla,” he said quietly, his voice soft enough to make her lift her eyes toward him. “When you’re done eating, I’d like to speak with you in
my study.”
She nodded without a word.
Graham spent the next hour pacing the length of his study like a caged animal, tension coiling tighter and tighter with every step. The room that had once been his sanctuary offered no peace tonight – not when his mind was filled with thoughts of her. Of the words he
was about to say. Of how she would take them.
When the soft sound of footsteps finally approached his door, his heart leapt into his throat. The door creaked open, and Isla stepped inside, her small frame hesitant but graceful, her eyes still carrying the weight of the evening’s hurt.
He waited but only for a moment. And then he couldn’t wait any longer.
“I love you.”
The words burst out of him with none of the elegance or control he’d hoped for simple, stark, and far too raw. And as they hung in the
air, Graham realized just how badly he’d bungled it.
He hadn’t prepared a speech, hadn’t arranged some grand romantic gesture. No flowers, no poetry, no candlelit promises. Just those three
words, spoken like an admission of defeat and now his nineteen–year–old bride stood before him, staring up at him with wide, startled
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eyes,
God, what a fool he was.
“Isla, J-” He tried again, desperately searching for a way to fix this, but before he could get another word out, she was moving,
Suddenly, she was in his arms, launching herself at him with a force that knocked the breath from his lungs. Her arms wound tightly
around his neck, her face pressed against his chest, and she held him so fiercely it felt like she never wanted to let go.
And he never wanted her to.
Her voice was a whisper against his skin, but it hit him like a thunderclap.
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“I love you too.”
They stood there, wrapped around each other, as the world outside faded away. Graham held her as if she were the most precious thing he’d ever known – because she was. And when she finally tilted her face up toward him, smiling through eyes that shimmered like stars, he felt the ground shift beneath his feet.
She was radiant, glowing with joy and mischief, her smile a blossom finally opening to the sun. And as he drank her in like a man dying of thirst, Graham realized something that shook him to his core.
Isla was only nineteen.
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She was still so young still growing into the woman she would one day become. Her beauty, already breathtaking, would only deepen
with time. And the thought of it… of watching her bloom into her most brilliant self while he grew older…
His heart pounded with a sudden, fierce ache.
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One day, she would go to university. She would meet people younger men, full of life and charm and free of the burdens he carried.
And what then? When she stood at the height of her beauty and brilliance, would she still want the man who was already so much older
than her?
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The thought clawed at him, but as he looked down into her face into the eyes that held nothing but love
For now, she was his. And he would fight every day to make sure she stayed that way.
he pushed it aside.
“You know,” Isla said softly, her eyes locked onto his, “I really thought you were so frustrated with me that you called me here to tell me
something drastic… like you were going to leave me.”
Graham’s heart twisted at the very idea. He smiled, but there was a dark edge to it a mix of exasperation and the deep ache he’d been
carrying for far too long.
“Well, I was indeed so frustrated with you,” he teased, his voice dropping low, rough with emotion and desire, “that I was thinking of
doing something very drastic to you…”
Her breath caught. “Like what?”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
