Chapter 37
37–Taking Back My Love
Graham:
I snatched the pages out of Kaylee’s hands, realizing how badly I was shaking with anger.
The thought of her touching something that once belonged to Madeline filled me with rage. It drove me to the edge.
“And look at yourself! You’re not even telling the truth. You’re hiding it from me. You never told me that little piece of shit had a crush on you!” she screamed, mentioning Madeline’s name.
Of course she knew who Madeline was. Back when Madeline and I were friends, she often stayed with me or we spent time together.
That’s when I’d see Kaylee with her father. She always tried to befriend me, but we never connected.
I only had one best friend, and she meant the world to me.
“Don’t you ever use those words for her again,” I warned, pointing a finger at her face, my eyes wide.
I could feel fire rushing through my body, as if my mind would explode at any moment.
“Where did you get these pages from?” I hissed.
At that point, she must have realized that the more she argued, the angrier I became, especially when she insulted Madeline.
“Tell me! Where did you get these pages from?” I shouted.
She jolted, stepping back to put distance between us.
“Your–your father gave them to me,” she stammered, exposing him.
I stormed out of the room to confront my father. Kaylee rushed after me, trying to grab my arm, but I pulled away and kept walking toward his room.
When I got there, I realized he wasn’t home. Lucky for him.
I turned around to head back to my room, and Kaylee was still trailing behind me.
“What’s going on with you? Why are you acting like I’ve killed you? This isn’t a personal attack, I just want to know is Madeline back for you?” she asked, following me with relentless questions.
I’d already heard it all in the last few minutes, from her asking if I still felt something for Madeline, to whether anything had ever happened between us, to suggesting that Madeline had come back for me.
I didn’t respond to any of it.
Instead, I grabbed my bag from the closet and started stuffing clothes into it.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her tone shifting from tears to concern.
“I don’t need to respond to you, ” I said bitterly, walking over to my desk to grab a few files.
“You do! You’re responsible to respond to me. Graham, we’re married, don’t forget that!” she shouted, rushing between me and the closet.
She grabbed my collar, shaking me, though her effort barely moved me.
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I stared down at her, my eyes cold and steady. She must have noticed it because she gasped and tightened her grip on my collar.
“You’re not leaving,” she demanded, a tear rolling down her cheek.
I hated seeing her cry, but it didn’t change anything.
This house didn’t feel like home anymore. There was somewhere else I needed to be, someone I needed to be with.
“I’m not leaving,” I said calmly, forcing control into my tone. If I lost my temper, she’d never move aside.
“Then where are you going?” she asked, her voice breaking.
“I’m heading to a nearby town where a few reports came in,” I lied.
That wasn’t where I was going. I was heading straight to the woman I wanted to be with more than anyone else.
“I was going to start packing later, but this argument, it made me think leaving now might be a good idea,” I uttered, thinking it would be enough of an excuse to get her off my back.
“No! I don’t think so. When two people fight, they should stay together and deal with it instead of running away. Distance only causes more differences,” she argued, insisting that I stay.
“It’s important for me to leave right now. If you don’t want this matter to escalate, let me go.” I clenched my jaw as I spoke, trying my best to sound convincing, like parting ways was the only reasonable choice.
“Why? Are you that upset because I said her name with disrespect?” she asked, hitting the nerve dead–on.
I was upset. Madeline’s diary pages had been compromised, and my father had used them to fill Kaylee’s ears with poison against her.
I knew I had hurt Madeline in the past, but deep down, I also knew she was innocent, too innocent and pure.
Whatever had happened between us was our fault, all of ours. We got greedy, blind to the circumstances that left
her alone.
There were many reasons I’d cut off communication with Madeline back then, but now I was free. I was an Alpha myself, and I could finally make my own decisions.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m angry because Dad tried to put distance between you and me p>
Still, my words were nothing but a cunning attempt to ease her mind and get her to step aside.
And just as I expected, her hands slipped from my collar, and her face began to soften.
“If you really care about our relationship and don’t want this argument to escalate, you’d let me go. You’d let me calm down and cool off,” I told her, watching her nod in agreement.
Thankfully, I managed to get her off my back.
I grabbed my bag, zipped it, and stormed out of the room. I knew exactly where I was going to see Madeline.
My first stop was a motel, where I planned to stay for the night because I desperately needed to rest.
As I drank, I immediately called someone Madeline.
For the first few attempts, I couldn’t speak. My emotions were too heavy. When I finally did, she didn’t seem to believe me and hung up.
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It didn’t change the fact that I was determined- determined to see her.
I finished the last of my drink and went into the hotel room to rest.
Once the alcohol wore off, I planned to take back Madeline, the one I had to give up because of my father’s manipulation in the past.
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