Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Chapter 73.

By the time we get back to the house, the sun is already slipping down.

I thank Aaron and head inside without waiting for him to say anything back. My body feels very heavy and drained.

All I want is my room and to be in my bed.

I take the stairs slowly, one hand on the rail. Halfway up, I already start thinking about kicking my shoes off and lying down fully dressed. I don’t even care I just need to rest.

When I reach my door, something feels off immediately.

It’s open.

I stop and frown then push it wider.

The room is empty.

Not tidied nor rearranged or anything like that, it’s emptied out.

My bed is stripped of its covers, the drawers are pulled out and bare. The chair by the window is gone. The little things I leave scattered without thinking, my books, my charger, the sweater I always throw over the lamp, all gone.

For a second, my brain refuses to catch up. I just stand there, staring, like maybe if I wait long enough it’ll make sense on its own.

I walk into the bathroom.

Same thing.

No toothbrush, none of my skincare, no towel hanging crooked on the hook like I always leave it. Even the damn bath mat is gone.

My chest tightens and the anger comes fast and hot. It cuts through my exhaustion ln a jiffy.

I turn and storm back out of the room, down the hallway, down the stairs, not bothering to slow myself this time.

Zane is halfway up from the ground floor when I see him.

"Where the hell is my stuff," I snap before I’m even fully at the landing.

He looks surprised and caught off guard like he didn’t expect me to be back yet.

"You’re home early," he says.

"Where is my stuff," I repeat, louder this time.

He exhales through his nose like I am annoying him. "I moved it."

"You did what."

"I moved it to my room."

I laugh once but it’s short and and doesn’t have any humor in it. "Excuse me."

"We’re sharing a room now," he says, like he’s explaining the weather.

I stare at him. "Who the hell do you think you are to make that decision."

His jaw tightens slightly, but his voice stays even. "Your husband."

"That doesn’t give you the right to touch my fuckign things Zane" I say. "That doesn’t give you the right to take over my space."

"You don’t need your own room anymore."

"I absolutely do, I need space from you."

He steps down one stair so we’re eye level. "You don’t get a choice."

My hands curl into fists. "I am not sleeping in the same room as you."

"You are."

"No, I’m not."

He tilts his head. "I’ve already had the locks changed, the locks to your room."

"What."

"Your old room will be locked," he says. "You won’t be using it."

Something ugly twists in my chest. "You can’t and won’t tell me what to do."

"I am not telling you what to do" he says. "I’m just keeping you where I can see you."

I snap. "That’s controlling Zane."

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