“I didn’t say you could leave, Gold.” He carried my hands in his, then entwined our fingers as our gazes locked. “Come home with me.”
It wasn’t a request. It was an order. His eyes said it all. That I do not dare to refuse.
“Please, let me go.” I swallowed the pride I had left to beg, but did it work? No.
“There's nothing left here to do.”
It was his own way of flat out refusing. What would happen if I disobeyed that? Would he make me regret it? Would he hurt them? His eyes were so cold that I did not dare to doubt what he could do. The reality of what this marriage really is, starts sinking into me more.
I dropped my hands to my side, looking at Mom as tears burned in my eyes.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I’ll come visit another day.”
“Ariel!” Dad growled out my name. I could see how angry he
