The Blackmail Bride

Chapter 52 Part 1

I will PROBABLY have to reread this upload at some other time. I'm currently sick. Maybe when I upload the part 2 which will be longer. Thank you always for your reading my stories. Mwa!

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I had come to the conclusion that I was had exhausted all emotion at some point in this entire roleplaying we were doing. My mind was a clump of tangled spool of thread. And if I wanted some sort of unravelling to happen, a scissor was the only thing to help.

But even reaching for some sort of scissors at this time felt... too tiring.

No concern should have ever been too big that it consumes all your time and emotions. To leave you this dry. But in the months I was engaged, and subsequently married to Jace Black, I had been hyper-focusing from one issue to another: trying to get along with him, that issue with Claire Smith, then the issue with my father and our family...

And back to Jace.

My thought were numb as I stared at him the next morning. His back muscles stretched as he loaded the back of his Jaguar with our things for our outing.

And on top of my addled brain, I cursed just how he was so energetic so early. After a half-night of sleep, Jace Black looked more than refreshed. No dark bags under his gray eyes, his hair was still wet from his shower, water dripping down his neck to his cotton shirt. Plus his casual dark wash jeans. I didn't think I'd ever seen him in those.

Subsequently, I glanced down at myself, and knew I was still beyond drained. I was sat on the porch, letting the morning light burn me a little bit—thaw me just a bit from the frost within my soul and get this mind working again.

I was still in my night clothes and lazing around as if we didn't have anywhere to go to.

I closed my eyes, raising my face directly into the sunlight.

"The Porters will want their daughter back. When the issue hits the news—"

"Shouldn't you be getting changed by now? We want to avoid traffic."

Opening my eyes, I looked at Jace who waited for an answer. How casual, I internally muttered. But I remembered one thing at least.

"What about my phone? You said you'd get me one today."

I watched the surprise in those eyes as he fumbled with his pockets. Was that play-acting? Was that true emotion?

He cursed lowly, "I forgot."

My eyes followed his movements as he searched for his own phone. Whatever composure I was managing this morning started to crumble watching him like this.

Did you unintentionally forget? Were you hoping I would?

Jace glanced at me, noting my expression. And I blinked, looking down at my wrinkled night clothes.

"Why don't you get a shower while I call the department store."

A slight pause on my end, I looked up.

"And the phone?"

"We'll get you one today."

Rising to my full height, the evidence of our difference in physique was obvious. Jace was taller and though on the leaner side for men, he was still bulkier than me. It would be too easy to physically overpower me.

I didn't want to dwell on that. I turned around and went into the house. As I showered, I put the water to scalding, wanting to thaw the cold feeling that didn't seem to go away.