Dare To Love Again - Jordan Silver Page 0,64

is very strong though I still have no real idea why. Does she, too, suspect that her mother had killed her father? And if so, is that enough to put this kind of fear in her, or is there something else going on that I’ve missed? What could the other woman possibly have done to her own daughter to instill this kind of blind fear? And what, if anything, does the Salvo family have to do with any of this?

Silas has yet to get back to me with anything, which I totally understand since I’d asked for an intense search and ordered the other man not to contact me unless he had something of use. I trust him to know what that something is when he finds it.

I wish I’d known all of what I’d learned here in the last few days before, though, so I could’ve handled things, so she wouldn’t have spent the last two years enduring this shit alone. But wishing doesn’t make shit possible.

It fucks with my head that the whole time I was blaming and cursing her in my head, she was going through something that I had no knowledge of. I feel like just one more person who’d failed her in life; though she hadn’t given me a chance to protect her, somehow, I feel like I should’ve known. I should’ve seen the signs.

It’s for this reason that no matter what I find, I will make Ann and Dana pay and pay dearly for whatever the hell they’d put her through. Dana, because she’d brought that terror back into my wife’s life after she’d escaped. I’m not sure if Ann would’ve found Giselle eventually on her own, but I have no doubt that Dana had helped her along for her own selfish reasons. Ann, I will destroy because, well, the wife of Calen Addison the fourth shouldn’t fear anyone.

Speaking of Dana, mom had started the ball rolling in her campaign to destroy her, but that wasn’t nearly enough in my book. She can always find another job with her connections and credentials unless that is I destroy her connections.

In our circles, both business and personal lives are mostly entwined, and there’s no doubt that I have more sway amongst our peers than she does. She can always explain away her reason for no longer working alongside of me, but she can’t convince them otherwise if I fill them in on a few home truths.

I have a sneaking suspicion that she’s deluded herself into thinking that I won’t come after her because of our history together. She’d know better than most how much I value friendship, loyalty, and honesty. These are things that I live by and of which my closest and dearest are very well aware.

Somehow she’s slept on the fact that my wife became my closest and dearest the day we took vows, thereby eclipsing all others, even those who came before her. Now, as I hold Giselle after the most intense lovemaking of our lives, I can feel the tension return to her body as she laid with her back turned.

I’d been lost in the blissful afterglow of good sex, and so it took me a few seconds to realize what was going on with her. Usually, after a hard fuck like the one I’d just treated her to, my baby would be fast asleep in seconds. Not tonight, though, tonight she was lying awake staring into the dark, fighting her own private demons on her own.

I pulled her into my arms and was about to force her to tell me once and for all just what the hell was going on with her, but then she buried her face in my neck and started to cry. She broke my fucking heart with those tears, but I knew she wouldn’t tell me what I needed to know if I asked. Her mind was too consumed with fear, a fear that I obviously couldn’t break through, and which I was now sure more than ever had something to do with her protecting me.

You see, while I was making love to her this last time, I opened myself up to her though she didn’t know it. I let myself feel and see everything, and I know that my wife has never stopped loving me. Her touch, the way she moved, the way she accepted me into her body all told the tale. But what did it for me more than anything else is the