My Composure After Divorce Became His Greatest Torment Chapter 18
I turned and met Nathan’s dark, stormy gaze.
Without a word, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the bar.
The car door had barely slammed shut before he tangled a hand in my hair, pulled my head back, and kissed me with a desperate force I had never seen in him. I tasted whiskey on his lips, and the hand I’d raised to push him away slowly lost all its strength.
That night, it was as if he was trying to reclaim three years of restraint all at once.
The next morning, before I’d even processed what had happened, he looked at me and said, “Elise Ward. Marry me.”
I could hardly believe it.
He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want to?”
“Yes!”
I threw myself into his arms, ecstatic, believing my love had finally been enough.
We were married quickly. Before we signed the license, a Prescott family lawyer handed me a harsh prenuptial agreement, requiring me to waive all rights to family assets and inheritance.
I signed it without reading it closely.
Tessa was furious. She said I’d let love burn all the sense out of my head. For a long time after that, she stopped speaking to me.
Looking back now, I knew she had been right about everything.
This time, I would listen. I would protect my company and my assets.
I snapped back to the present, in the middle of a meeting with an artist at the gallery. The conversation was going well, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.
I turned—and saw Nathan standing by a car across the street, his eyes fixed on me through the glass.
I had no choice but to end the meeting early and drive home.
In the rearview mirror, his black sedan followed me the entire way, keeping a careful distance.