The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 1987

Stella lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry. Haynes is Keen's father. It's impossible for us not to see each other."

The air grew thick with tension.

In the quiet room, the only sound was his increasingly ragged breathing.

Stella pushed against him, intending to step away.

Instead, he suddenly cupped the back of her head and crashed his lips down onto hers.

His kiss carried a punishing intensity, landing heavily and frantically across her face and neck.

Stella could even feel a sharp sting of pain.

She dodged and struggled repeatedly, but she was no match for him at all.

With just one hand, he effortlessly pinned both of her wrists.

His body felt like solid rock, impossible to budge.

Joshua had never been rough with her, and he had certainly never forced himself on her like this.

Right now, he had ripped away his everyday disguise, acting so unfamiliar that it sent a spike of fear through her heart.

Laurel was right; he usually hid it entirely too well.

Sometimes, she even convinced herself he wasn't sick, that he was completely normal.

Even if he had issues, she believed they were manageable.

But in this moment, she truly felt the terrifying extent of his loss of control.

Perhaps his condition was far worse than she had assumed, and even worse than Laurel had described.

Just then, a sudden wave of nausea rolled violently through her stomach, and she furrowed her brow in discomfort.

"Let me go," she gasped weakly.

Sensing her distress, he froze.

The next second, she shoved him away with all her strength and sprinted toward the bathroom.

He stood stunned for a moment before hurrying after her.

Pale and shaking, Stella vomited violently over the sink.

He reached out to support her, but his touch only made her heave harder.

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