Sierra became still.
At that moment, every puzzle finally fell into place.
She and Holly had both guessed wrong. What John was doing ran deeper than what Holly had said. If Sierra accepted out of spite, he could say that line from a moment ago as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
He had accounted for every possibility.
People said he never missed a move, and they were right.
“What do you think?” John pinched Sierra at her waist.
The others took the hint and walked away, unwilling to stand around and watch.
“Does it matter what I think?” Sierra felt her heart sink. No matter what she did, she couldn’t escape his calculations. “You’ve already planned everything out. Why bother asking me?”
“You’re my wife. Your opinion matters,” John said; he was always good at saying the right things.
He looked at her with a calm face, and that made Sierra very uncomfortable.
His kindness had been simple and genuine in the past, so being with him had never felt uncomfortable. Now, every word and every gesture felt like groundwork for whatever came next.
All she felt was disgust.
“If you really cared, you wouldn’t be pushing me to do everything your way.” Sierra tore through the pretense.
John leaned in slightly, closing the distance. “So you’re blaming me?”
Sierra didn’t hide her thoughts. “I just can’t stand it.”
“Ever since we got back from the work trip, I’ve been trying to treat you well.” John tightened his arm and pulled her into his chest, holding her in place. “If I’m still falling short, say it. I’ll do my best to fix it.”
Sierra didn’t even feel like speaking to him.
Pamela was off limits. Divorce was off limits. Refusing to make their relationship public was off limits. Other than that, what was there to say?
“Hm?” John asked her again.
“Tell me straight.” Sierra was done playing along. “What do you want? What do you want me to do? Be specific. Stop bringing up the past.”
“I want you to kiss me, hug me. I want you to look at me and actually be happy.” His voice brushed her ear, low and smooth, ” And on weekends, I want to take you out…”
“Forget it.” Sierra cut him off before he could finish, but John didn’t get angry. She looked him dead in the eye and said each word clearly, “You’re dreaming.”
“It is a dream.” John knew exactly what he was doing. “That’s why I’m here. To make it real.”
Sierra shoved John away, trying to get away, but he didn’t budge.
“I’ll give you plenty of time to adjust.” His arms held her firm, not too tight, not too loose, just enough to keep her from slipping free. “But that time isn’t for you to sit there and figure out how to leave me.”
Sierra hadn’t expected him to say it out loud.
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“When that time is up, and you still can’t stand me, I’ll make those dreams real my way.” His tone stayed gentle, but it was a threat. “Understand?”
“Let go of me first.” Sierra still didn’t answer him.
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