He Turned My Love Into a Grave Chapter 12

He Turned My Love Into a Grave Chapter 12

“Silas! How—” Elara nearly dropped the phone. Her voice shook.

The pressure of his presence crushed her from across the line.

She reached to hang up, but his voice coiled around her like a specter. A sharp cry rang out in the background, followed by his low threat. “Elara, if you don’t want anything to happen to your uncle, tell me where you are. Now.”

“Silas, you already have Lila. Why can’t you just let me go?”

He flinched. The words stung. In his mind, he’d only disciplined her recklessness a little. He’d never said he was letting her go. Why was she so desperate to resist him?

She looked at him like he was a monster, like he’d caged her. Enough to make her fake her own death rather than stay by his side.

He paused. His tone softened, coaxing. “Elara, I just want to see you. You don’t have to make this into something it’s not. We’re not enemies. Let me see you. Just once.”

It was the first time Silas had ever sounded so humble, so careful. He was terrified she’d do something reckless again.

“Silas, let my family go. Then I’ll tell you where I am.”

He flicked his hand. The guards released her uncle immediately.

Ten minutes later, his car pulled up to the villa. He walked upstairs and retrieved what he’d long prepared from the drawer—reparations. Then he headed straight for the airport.

He found her on a street in a foreign country.

She wore a sleek apricot dress. A delicate chain rested against her collarbone, her dark hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Red lips. Arresting.

Silas spotted her instantly in the crowded street.

Their eyes met.

His throat tightened. Weeks of longing and fear surged through him, tangled with pain and fury. He wanted to grab her wrist, to demand why she’d left him, why she’d rather die than stay.

But Elara stepped back.

That one motion froze him solid. “Elara, are you scared of me?”

She stayed quiet. She looked away and changed the subject. “Come on. Let’s grab some food.”

All the words inside him collapsed into a single careful syllable. “Okay.”

He followed her obediently into a French restaurant. The owner—a blond, green-eyed man—greeted her with obvious warmth, showing her to the quietest private booth. As they passed, Silas caught the naked challenge in the man’s gaze.

He couldn’t stop himself. He grabbed her wrist. “Elara, what is that man to you? He seems—”

She yanked her hand back like he’d burned her. Fear flickered across her face.

“What are you so afraid of? I’m not a murderer. I’m your husband.”

A bitter laugh escaped her. “Silas, my husband wouldn’t use my family as leverage. My husband wouldn’t cheat with his mistress and hide a secret child. My husband was the man who held me at my lowest and said, ‘Don’t be scared. I’m here.'”

Silas frowned. The man she described—it was him. And yet, it wasn’t.

He exhale, softening. “Elara, it’s all in the past. Come home with me.”

“No. I came here to make things clear. I want a divorce. That day I went to find you—I never got to say it. So I’m saying it now. This ends.”

“I flew thousands of miles to find you, and you’re ending it? Have you lost your mind?”

The tiny booth erupted.

“I said we’re finished, Silas.”

She moved to leave. He grabbed her, refusing to let go.

He couldn’t understand it. All this—over what? He’d punished her with a few extra drinks because of Lila. He’d said some harsh words when he thought she’d endangered an infant. Was that really worth burning everything down?

She wanted compensation? He’d give it to her. After Lila’s child finished the adoption process and settled into the Voss family, he’d still spoil her. She’d still be the comfortable Mrs. Voss. Wasn’t that enough?

Elara listened to his logic and laughed, her eyes reddening. “Silas, I loved you. How could I stomach the way you treated me?”

His heart slammed against his ribs. His mind went blank.

His lips parted. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, unbidden. “Elara, you said you loved me?” He looked like a man who’d just been handed the world.

She found the sight absurd. She opened her mouth to say, Not anymore, to crush his delusion.

Someone crashed into her shoulder. Her heel caught air. She tumbled down the stairs.

“Elara!”

She woke in a hospital bed. Silas’s face hovered over her, lined with worry. His hand gripped hers, burning hot.

A doctor walked in and told Silas it was just a minor fracture. Nothing serious.

He exhaled in relief.

Then the doctor added, cold and clinical, “She recently miscarried. Her body hasn’t recovered. She can’t sustain any more injuries.”

Silas’s eyes lit up. “Elara, you couldn’t let go of me after all. You got rid of that bastard’s child for me. Come back. Come back to me. I’ll make everything right.”

“As for you cheating—I won’t hold it against you anymore. Just come home.”