Chapter 103 - one hundred and three
Chapter One Hundred and Three
Alicia’s POV
I barely made it to my room before the tears started. Hot. Angry. Frustrated tears that I’d been holding back all day.
I locked the door and leaned against it. Sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. My chest heaving with suppressed sobs.
The Blackwood slut. That’s what I felt like. That’s what I was.
Sleeping with my brother-in-law while he had a perfect girlfriend. While my husband was passed out drunk clutching photos of his dead love. While I pretended to be something I wasn’t.
Cecilia was everything I wasn’t. Poised. Confident. Legitimate. She belonged in Malachi’s world. Fit seamlessly into the Blackwood family like she’d been born into it.
She was kind. Friendly. Trying to include me. Wanting to be friends.
And I hated her for it. Hated her for being perfect. Hated her for having what I wanted. Hated her for making it so hard to justify my jealousy.
Because she wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was just being herself. Being the kind of woman Malachi deserved.
Not me. Not the poor girl who’d married for protection and fell for the wrong brother.
I pushed myself up off the floor and went to my dresser. Pulled open the drawer where I’d hidden the necklace Malachi had given me.