Chapter 8
Doctors at the hospital found nothing wrong with Eleanor. []
Yet she clung to Seth, sobbing, a picture of fragile distress.[]
“Seth, my chest hurts… so tight.” Her voice was a breathy whine. She pressed closer, her lips brushing his neck. “And my legs… they just won’t hold me.“]
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“Daddy, Aunt Eleanor’s scared!” Connor piped up, playing his part perfectly. “You’re the strong man! Protect her!“]
“Yeah! Don’t cry, Aunt Eleanor!” Chloe chirped, hugging Eleanor’s leg. “Sweetie protects you too!“]
Seeing the twins‘ concern, Seth’s resistance softened.
Eleanor had endured Fiona’s alleged attacks since returning.
He scooped Eleanor up, carrying her back to the French château he’d gifted her.[]
As he tried to set her down on the plush sofa, her arms tightened around his neck.[]
“Seth, don’t let go… I’m terrified. Hold me tighter. Kiss me… Maybe your love… it will make the pain stop…” []
Her eyes swam with manufactured tears, her plea drenched in cloying sweetness.[]
This time, Seth gently but firmly pried her hands away. “Eleanor,” his voice was calm, resolute, “I told you. Anything you need. Except this. We are friends.“[]
“Friends?” Eleanor’s mask slipped, revealing raw frustration. “But at the club… we crossed that line! I’m suffering now! Can’t you just… comfort me?”
“Please, Seth… love me again? I’ve always loved you!”[]
Seth didn’t respond to the outburst. Instead, his gaze turned assessing, sharp.
“Speaking of that night…” he began, his voice dangerously quiet. “Were you really drugged?“[]
“Or…was someone else the target?“]
His self–control was legendary. After losing Eleanor, shattered, he’d found Fiona. []
Made a pact: use her as the vessel for Eleanor’s children.
Give Fiona a good life in return. No betrayal. []
Even when Eleanor returned, he’d intended to keep that promise.]
Spilled water can’t be gathered. He and Eleanor were done. Only friends.
The club… that loss of control… it felt alien. Wrong.[]
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Like an external force had hijacked his senses. He remembered riona drugged – frantic, burning. Eleanor’s “symptoms” hadn’t matched.]
He’d let it slide, chalking it up to his own failing and her distress.[]
But Eleanor’s relentless push for more… forced the question he’d buried.]
“I…” Eleanor stammered, caught utterly off guard. []
Panic flared in her eyes. She knew Seth. If he discovered her scheming – the drugged coffee, the setup… it was over.
The more she scrambled for an excuse, the more her mind blanked. Silence stretched, thick and damning.
Seth’s expression hardened. The unspoken accusation hung heavy in his eyes.[]
