Page 6 of Monster Bully

Eve didn’t know what was worse in that moments—the fact that he had lied to her, or the fact she had wished it had been something far worse. Did she even wish, just a little, that he might have cheated on her?

The thought of him with another woman filled her with hatred. No, she didn’t want to imagine him with anyone else. Grim was hers.

Tears filled her eyes. She didn’t feel relief because of that.

“You kidnapped me,” Eve said.

“I don’t believe it’s called kidnapping when I’m trying to take care of my wife,” he said.

“So, what do you call it when you spend every single moment since we met lying to me?” Eve asked.

She turned her head and forced herself to look at him, with his dark-brown eyes that she had stared into more times than she could count. She loved the way they looked into her and saw her.

This was cruel.

Grim possessed everything she loved. She loved him so damn much, and he looked exactly like the man she had fallen in love with. There was no evil that surrounded him, but she knew it was there.

“I have never lied to you,” he said.

“Never? You’re not Graham.”

Grim smiled. “Technically, Graham is my real name, but I changed it to Grim when I wanted to set an example.”

She shook her head. No. He was going to have an answer for everything, and she didn’t know if she would be able to stand it.

“I don’t want to do this,” she said, getting to her feet. She didn’t want to face him while he towered over her. Although he’d entered their bedroom, he closed the door and still kept a good distance from her.

The moment Grim had been dealing with whatever trouble had come looking for them, Eve had made her escape.

“You’re going to try and manipulate your way out of the truth, aren’t you?” she asked. “You lied. You never told me the truth.”

“You never asked.”

She gasped. “What?”

“You never asked. You didn’t ask what business I was in. You didn’t ask what I did.”

“Because you always avoided the line of questioning, like a pro. You only asked the questions you cared to ask.” She shook her head. “You know what, I can’t do this. I don’t know what game you’re playing but I want no part of it. I want a divorce.”

“Not happening.”

“What?” She had a horrible feeling she was going to keep saying that one word for a long time.

“You heard me. I’m not going to grant you a divorce. I married you, for better or for worse. You came to me a virgin, and there is no fucking way you’re going to annul this marriage. I saw those damn sheets. I fucked you and made you bleed.”

Eve glared at him.

Their wedding night, Grim had been so … remorseful. Yes, there had been pain, as she knew there would be, and he’d been so sweet, so kind, so tender, but also riddled with guilt for hurting her.

He told her that no matter what, he would never hurt her, and yet the first chance he got… Eve paused. Grim hadn’t hurt her.

Two of his men had found her on the streets and carefully brought her back to Grim’s home, where she’d been delicately placed in their bedroom. He locked her inside, but at no point had Grim hurt her.

Eve clenched her hands into fists. Not once. Other than her wedding night.

He’d pushed her hair off her face, stared into her eyes, and made a vow that he would never hurt her. Grim never had. Until she learned the truth.

“So … what? You won’t grant me the divorce, so you’re going to keep me locked up here until when? Until I accept the man I married? Until I accept all the lies you tell me?”