Chapter 102 You're MY Wife, Audrey!
Audrey snapped out of the tension. Her eyes shifted to Marcus, standing by their table with a serious expression.
Bruce looked up, frowning. "Who are you?"
Marcus didn't answer. He just looked at Audrey, waiting for her to explain.
Audrey, still trying to control her emotions, exhaled slowly. "What are you doing here?"
"Mr. Elliot sent me to pick you up." Marcus's voice was low, firm. "He wants you home. Now."
Bruce smirked. "Wow. Didn't even get to finish talking to her, and her husband already sent someone to fetch her. Efficient."
Audrey ignored the jab. She stood, grabbed her bag, and looked at Bruce one last time.
"Thanks for tonight," she said flatly.
Bruce snorted. "That's it?"
She pressed her lips together, holding back words that would only complicate things.
"I'm leaving." She turned and walked away.
Marcus let her go first. Once she was far enough, he turned to Bruce with a sharp, warning gaze.
"I hope this is the last time you're seen with Mrs. Harrington."
His voice was flat, but something in it made Bruce understand—this wasn't a suggestion. It was a non-negotiable warning.
Bruce stared back, jaw tight, fists clenched under the table. But Marcus didn't wait for a response.
Calm and confident, he turned and walked away, following Audrey.
Bruce exhaled roughly, frustration burning in his chest.
Damn it.
He didn't like the way that man spoke, like Bruce meant nothing in Audrey's life.
He looked toward the exit. Audrey was already gone, the door held open by Marcus.
She didn't look back even once.
Like tonight meant nothing to her.
Bruce laughed bitterly, feeling foolish for ever thinking he still had a chance.
But more than that—his heart still refused to give up.
This isn't over, Audrey... Not yet.
He clenched his fist on the table.
She might be yours now, Elliot. But I've known her longer. I know what she likes, what she's afraid of, what makes her happy. And sooner or later, she'll remember that.
The apartment was silent when Audrey opened the door and closed it softly behind her.
She tried to steady her racing heart, still shaken from the tension that had been crushing her chest all evening.
As she stepped inside, her eyes found him.
Elliot stood on the balcony, back to the room, looking out at the city. One hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of amber liquid—whiskey.
She swallowed hard.
He wasn't a drinker. She knew that.
Seeing him like this made her chest tighten.
Trying to keep her expression normal, she walked closer, attempting to sound casual—like nothing had happened.
"You're home early," she said softly.
Elliot turned slowly.
His eyes were dark. Unreadable. Not like him at all.
Her unease grew. The last time she'd seen him like this was with Vincent.
Then he raised his glass slightly, took another slow sip, and set it down on the table with a sharp clink.
"You're drinking," she said, trying to lighten the mood. But she was already on edge.
He didn't answer.
Instead, he moved.
Fast.
He crossed the distance between them before she could react, pulling her down onto the sofa with him on top.
She gasped, heart pounding.
His face hovered inches from hers—angry, hurt, and intense all at once.
She opened her mouth to speak.
He kissed her instead.
Rough. Demanding. Nothing gentle about it.
Audrey struggled, trying to free herself from his grip. But he was stronger.
She pushed against his chest with both hands—he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head, locking her beneath him.
His kiss was rough. Demanding. Not gentle, not loving—pure fury pouring out of him.
She bit his lower lip.
He groaned in pain but didn't stop. If anything, it made him wilder. He pressed harder into the sofa, leaving her no room to move.
Eventually, she stopped fighting.
When he finally pulled back, his breath was ragged. His lip was swollen from her bite. His eyes were sharp as he looked down at her.
"You still went to see him? Without telling me?" His voice was low, dripping with accusation.
She swallowed hard, chest heaving—anger, fear, and confusion all tangled together. "I-I just—"
"I don't want excuses, Audrey."
He shifted slightly but kept her beneath him. His jaw tightened, fingers gripping her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"You're MY wife, Audrey." Quieter now, but still furious. "You think I'd just stand by while you go meet another man?"
She looked away, trying to steady her racing heart.
He exhaled roughly, releasing her chin.
"I know our marriage is a secret. But you act like I don't exist." His voice dropped to almost a whisper, but the weight behind it made her shiver.
His eyes narrowed. "Explain to me what you were thinking. Meeting Bruce behind my back."