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Imogen’s pov
I stood outside the police station beside my car as I waited for my husband to come out.
The scorching sun was way too harsh but that didn’t deter me from anything I had in mind. No matter what was going to happen— I was ready to go ahead with my plan.
The buzzing of the gates snapped me out of my thoughts, and my sight shifted to the gate to see Perry.
His smile was the same— it had always been the same. Arrogant and hollow, like he thought the world bent to him.
 Two officers were with  him as he walked forward, their presence almost amusing because even in cuffs, he moved  like he owned them.
Weird but I was prepared to make this quick.
I had begged Silas to help me get him out— even had to lie just to get him out.
Before I could gather my thoughts, they were already standing in front of me and that made me a lottle bit nervous but I had to keep myself steady.
“Good day, officers,” I said as I took a quick sniff as a way to ground myself.
“Mrs Cullen…”
“Please,” I cut her off, my voice sharp. “Call me Imogen.”
“My bad… Imogen. The woman blinked, caught off guard.
Her gaze stayed locked on me, searching and trying to probe me, like she was waiting for me to crack. Like she expected to see bruises peeking out from beneath my dress, scars on my wrists, fear in my eyes.
But I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.
“I filed every document possible. There was no need for you to drag yourselves here,” I fired back, sharp and unapologetic.
“We had to make sure you weren’t coerced into doing this,” another officer spoke.
“Well, my husband was in jail and there wasn’t anyone who could get to me,” I said as I shot them both a short and sharp smile.
They exchanged an uneasy glance at each other.
“We saw the video…” 
“Like I said in my statement, the video wasn’t doctored rather we both were really violent and it wasn’t a concern of the nosy maid. So, if that will be all? I need to tend to my husband,” 
They looked at me in unbelieve but I didn’t need their belief. Perry shot them a smug smile as he raised his hand for them to unlock the cuffs before smiling at me— his eyes were darkened as usual but I wasn’t going to let him get to me.
Not this time.
As they unlocked his cuffs, I quickly hugged him and gave him a deep kiss— shocking them.
“I have missed you, babe,”  I murmured sweetly, like poison wrapped in honey.
His darkened eyes flickered with something that used to terrify me— the old me, but not anymore.
I led him to the car, opened the passenger door, and he slid in with the entitlement of a king reclaiming his throne.
“Where is the maid?” He asked.
“I fired her. You don’t have to bother about her,” I uttered with a very big glee.
He raised his hand, and for a spilt second I had thought he was going to hit me but was surprised he patted my head.
“You did a good job.” He pushed his seat down and rested his legs on the dashboard. “I haven’t had a good sleep in a long while,”
“Um… you don’t have to sleep just yet,” 
“Why?” He questioned.
“We are going to the company and you need to catch up to speed.” I used one hand to pick up a document then I threw it at him.
“What is this for?” 
“Words were going to get out of your arrest but I did try to calm the storm… it just wasn’t enough. The board members need to see you.”
He looked at me in astonishment, but fixed his eyes on the documents as he flipped through confused.
I looked at him as I didn’t expect him to understand anything in there as usual but that would keep him as the CEO for a while before I get what I wanted.

After the board meeting, we went back to the villa. It had been a long day and I needed to ease myself of the stress of the day.
I needed to wash it all away.
The moment I stepped inside, I went straight to the bathroom to get the stench of the man I had called a husband off my body.
The taste of him on my tongue made me wabt to throw up but I had to keep up appearances in front of the police officers.
But I swallowed it down, stripped off my clothes, and stepped into the shower.
The water hit me in a hot stream, beating against my skin as if it could erase him. I scrubbed until my flesh burned, but no matter how hard I tried, Perry clung to me like poison.
I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead against the tile.
And then— Silas.
His dark eyes flashed in my mind, the way he had looked at me like I was his, like I was worth protecting. His hand wrapped around mine, grounding me in a way no one ever had. His presence, overwhelming and suffocating, yet freeing all at once.
I began feeling hot as heat pooled in my stomach. It wasn’t disgust I felt anymore— it was hunger. 
The steam became thick, curling around me like his embrace. My breath quickened as my hand sliding down from my hair to my boobs.
I imagined his touch— his palm sliding down my spine, firm, and possessive. His lips at my throat, sucking, biting, and claiming.
I tipped my head back, moaning softly, imagining his tongue tracing down between my breasts, his teeth grazing the already swollen nipple before his mouth closed over it.
“Silas…” The name slipped out, broken and needy.
My hand slid lower, trembling but unstoppable, parting my thighs as the hunger deepened. My other hand gripped the tile wall, steadying me as I rubbed my clit.
I pictured him pinning me here, my back against the cold tile, water streaming between us as he drove into me mercilessly, his breath hot against my ear.
I had never touched myself this good before but I felt really good.
I pushed another finger inside, gasping as I worked it, the water masking the sound of my shaken breaths. My palm worked circles over my clit, faster now, desperate, chasing my climax I could almost taste.
A moan  escaped before I could stop it.
“Yes—” I moaned, head bent back, my body trembling with the rush of forbidden release building higher, and tighter.
Every nerve was alive, every part of me was on fire.
I was right there. 
Right on the brink.
And then—
“Imogen?” Perry’s voice echoed, cold and suspicious. Just outside the bathroom’s
My hand froze.
I swallowed a gasp, snatched my fingers away, pressing both palms to the slick tile as if I could bury what I’d been doing in the wall as my  chest flatened, the echo of pleasure still there but unfinished, cruelly stolen.
“What the fuck are you doing in there?” His voice sharpened.