Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 366

What was she so afraid of, so worried about?

She feared he would discover the child! Feared he would fight her for custody! Feared he would use the child to bind her, turning her into a caged bird!

She despised him! She didn't like him one bit!

He was willing to spend the rest of his life making amends, but she wanted no part of it!

She didn't want to be with him! Wanted nothing more to do with him!

She wouldn't stay, and neither would her child!

Elysia snorted in defiance, sticking to her resolve of 'deny till you die',

"I never slept with you, and last night wasn't me in your bed! Yes, I did scratch you, but I didn’t climb into your bed! I spent the entire night in the study, and Elijah can vouch for me!”

It just so happened that Elijah found her in the study that morning; surely he would assume she had been there all night.

Before Tarquin could even respond, Elysia added,

"Accidents happen, and feelings can be misleading, especially under the influence of alcohol. Your so-called feelings for me only prove that I resemble someone in your heart, but I am not her!

Let me emphasize again, I had no ties with you six years ago, and I won't have any in the future. Don’t even think about me or my child!

Moreover, everything you’re picturing about last night is a drunken illusion. Except for the scratches, nothing else happened. You were dreaming! You need to sober up!"

With that, Elysia pushed past Tarquin and fled the room while he was still in shock.

Tarquin stood there, mulling over her words.

Elijah could testify she was in the study all night? Then who was in his arms?

Could it be that he was so drunk that he imagined it all?

Frowning deeply, Tarquin decided to seek confirmation from Elijah about where Elysia really spent the night.

Yet, finding Elijah still asleep, he couldn’t bear to wake him and instead turned to search for his phone in his bedroom.

The messy bed, with several strands of long, black hair, caught his attention.

Picking one up, he examined it closely. The color, the length, it all matched Elysia’s hair perfectly!

Elysia hadn’t dyed her hair; her waist-length, jet-black hair was distinctive in its natural state – shiny, full, and round. It was unmistakable!