Chapter 255: The Model Husband

Savannah Alex must’ve noticed the way my shoulders curled inward, the way my hand hovered protectively over my stomach. “Alright,” he said suddenly, clapping his hands once. “Let’s go.” “Go where?” I asked weakly. “Outside. Before you pass out or stab someone. Reese—come on.” He hooked an arm around my shoulders, steering me gently away. “Let’s go for a smoke.” “I don’t smoke,” I protested automatically. He snorted. “Yeah, I know. Of course you don't. I wasn’t talking to you.” Reese shook his head but followed as Alex led us through the manor. The walk felt endless. Down the grand staircase, past long corridors lined with portraits that seemed to watch me, through heavy doors and into the night air. The grounds of Blackwood Manor stretched out before us—immaculate lawns, stone paths, the sound of water from the fountain at the center of the courtyard. It was beautiful. And yet, terrifying. Men stood stationed along the perimeter, dressed in dark suits, earpieces snug against their jaws