RISING EX WIFE Love Me Again Mrs Graves (Eva and Max) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Eva’s Point of View

I hesitate for a moment, standing in the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest. Max is sitting on the couch, his expression was cold, his eyes met me with that same icy glare. He holds a glass of whiskey in one hand, even though it’s barely morning.

“Sit,” he said, his tone sharp and commanding.

I don’t want to. Every part of me screams to run, to get away from him, but my legs move on their own, carrying me to the chair across from him. I sit down slowly, keeping as much distance between us as I can, my back straight and my hands clenched in my lap. The ache in my body reminds me of what he did to me, how he forcefully took away my pride and dignity but I force myself to ignore it.

He takes a long sip from his glass before setting it down on the table, the sound of it clinking against the wood breaking the heavy silence.

“We need to set some rules since we both are living together,” Max said, his voice cold and it lacks empathy. “This marriage isn’t going to work if you don’t know your place.”

I feel my chest tighten, anger bubbling up inside me, but I bite my tongue. I won’t make him see how much his words hurt. Not after last night.

“What rules?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. I’m afraid of what he’s going to say, but I need to hear it. I need to know just how deep this nightmare is.

Max leans forward, placing his glass on the table between us, he furrowed his brows at me. "First rule, You will never question me. I am your husband and your Lord, and you will do as you are told. No arguments, no resistance."

I clench my hands together in my lap, my nails digging into my palms. The idea of obeying him, of submitting to him after everything he’s done, makes me want to scream at him. But I say nothing. I’m too afraid of what might happen if I push him too far.

"Second rule," he continues, his tone sharp and icy, "you will not speak to anyone about what happens between us. Not your friends, not the servants, not anyone. Our business is private, and it stays that way."

I feel the walls closing in around me, his words wrapping tighter and tighter making me chock. He’s trapping me, cutting off any ways for me to escape. My throat tightens, but still, I remain silent.

"And third," Max's voice drops lower, his eyes darkening with something that makes my skin crawl, "you will act like the perfect wife in public. No one will suspect anything is wrong. You’ll smile, you’ll be gracious, and you’ll fulfill your duties as Mrs. Maxmillian Graves. Do you understand?"

I feel the tears burning in the back of my eyes. I nod, my voice trapped in my throat.

"Good," he says, leaning back in his seat. His demeanor shifts slightly, as if the conversation is over and he’s satisfied with my compliance.