Wrapped by Him

Chapter 5

Carter's P.O.V

I stormed out of the house, emotions swirling inside me. 'He's right, damn it, he's right!' I shouted, jumping into my BMW and heading straight for him.

I pulled up at his office, heart racing. Storming in, I grabbed his shirt, confronting the older man before me. "She said it, she fucking said it!" I growled.

"Calm down, calm down," he chuckled nervously, trying to defuse the situation. As he removed my hands from around his shirt.

Neolani's P.O.V

After picking myself up, I decided to skip the meal. I felt bad for Grace because the meal must have taken her time, and Carter and I barely touched it.

Retreating to our room, the weight of the evening hung heavily on my shoulders. I took a shower and the shower helped clear my head, the hot water easing the tension in my muscles.

As I lay on the bed afterward, staring at the ceiling, thoughts raced through my mind.

Carter and I never had issues before marriage. It had always been a whirlwind of love and promises. But after tieing the knot, he started restricting my activities without explanation.

Simple outings with friends became rare occurrences, and he insisted on me quitting my job as a secretary. His demeanor shifted subtly, becoming more controlling, yet always masked with charm.

Sighing heavily, I recalled how little he had spoken about his family during our courtship, mentioning only his deceased parents and an uncle, whom he rarely mentioned. His uncle, the cheerful man I met briefly at our wedding, had seemed genuinely kind and had offered his business card if ever needed.

I didn't think I'd need it, but....

"I need to see Carter's uncle," I muttered to myself, resolving to find his business card buried somewhere in my wardrobe.

His might know one or two things about marriages in the Pierce family and hopefully shed light on Carter's behavior. But finding the business card proved to be a challenge. Drawers were emptied, boxes were sifted through, but it was nowhere to be found.

Frustrated, I sank onto the bed, wondering if Carter had deliberately hidden it, because he seemed displeased when I met his uncle.

The sound of the door opening startled me. Carter entered, his expression unreadable as he took in my disheveled state.

"Neo, are you okay?" he asked, concern laced in his voice.

"I'm fine," I replied curtly, avoiding his gaze.

He approached cautiously, sitting beside me. "I know tonight didn't go as planned, but please understand, I just want what's best for us."

"What's best for us?" I retorted, finally meeting his eyes. "You mean what's best for you, Carter?"

His expression hardened briefly before softening again.

"Neo, I love you. You know that, right?"I remained silent, the weight of unspoken truths hanging heavy in the air between us.

"I'll be in my study," he said finally, standing up and leaving the room.

Alone again, I stared at the closed door, uncertainty gnawing at me. Was I overreacting, or was there something more beneath Carter's actions? The answers, I realized, lay with his uncle, the man who might hold the key to understanding Carter's behavior ever since marriage. Hours passed as I lay on the bed, lost in thoughts of the past.

Memories of our whirlwind romance collided with the present reality of Carter's inexplicable behavior.

The more I thought about it, the more questions arose, like jagged shards of glass cutting through the facade of our marriage.

Deep in thought, I noticed something on the bed, Carter's phone.

I immediately grabbed it, hoping there wasn't a password or something on it.

"Shit!" I cursed as there was a lock on the phone.

I tried 'Dangerous' as that was the name of the dog he lost back when we were in the early phase of our relationship.

It worked as the phone unlocked.

Going through his contacts, I searched for 'uncle' and it brought up only one result.

Sceptical that was his contact, I took it and locked his phone.

I copied and dialed the number on my phone. The phone rang several times before a warm voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Uncle Pierce? It's Neolani," I said tentatively.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before he responded warmly, "Ah, Neolani, how wonderful it is to hear from you, is everything alright?

I hesitated, unsure of where to begin. "I... I was hoping we could talk. About family matters."

"Of course, my dear. Why don't you come over tomorrow? We can have a chat," he suggested kindly.

Relief washed over me. Here was someone who might finally offer clarity amidst the confusion.

"Thank you, Uncle Pierce. I'll see you tomorrow."

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