#Chapter 118: The Sky Opens

Ella “I was looking for music,” I blurted out. Alexander blinked. His grip loosened ever so slightly on my wrist, although he didn’t fully let go. “What?” “Music. I was trying to find out what kind of music you like.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment. “For tonight. For the full moon. I wanted to... I wanted to plan something nice, but I realized I don’t know what music you listen to, and it seemed stupid to ask because what kind of wife doesn’t know that about her husband?” Alexander released my wrist. He hesitated for a moment in front of me, warm breath fanning across my face, before he nodded and took a step back. “I’m sorry,” he said, taking me by surprise. “I thought—” “I know what you thought.” I lifted my chin and willed my face into a mask of calm even though it was so fucking heartbreaking that my own husband couldn’t trust me in his office because of my father’s actions. “You thought I was spying.” Alexander’s throat bobbed, a sile