Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

Leo took Rebecca home while I went with Elliot.

I knew I had no right to be upset over who Elliot spent his time with. But I thought as his wife, he would have a little bit more respect towards me than that.

My stomach knotted at the very thought of Elliot's hands on someone else.

Once he parked the car, he offered his hand to help me out of the vehicle, but I declined it, walking past him and into the mansion. I expected to see a half-naked girl lurking around somewhere but was surprised when I didn't see any.

I turned to face Elliot who was watching me with uncertainty at the doorway.

"What am I supposed to be seeing?" I asked him after a beat of silence.

He furrowed his brows.

"Come with me," he ordered, walking past me and up the stairs.

I sighed and followed him towards our bedroom. My entire body felt paralyzed. Did he seriously have another woman in our bedroom? Was he going to have sex with her in the same bed we slept in? Flashbacks of my time with Gavin invaded my mind; the moment I caught him cheating on me in the same bed we shared together.

I suddenly felt sick.

He looked over his shoulder at me just as he pushed the door open, and he frowned.

"Are you coming?" He asked, watching me almost warily.

I took a deep breath and nodded, trying to hide my unease.

I walked into the room with him and paused when I saw that it was empty. Frowning, I looked at him, expecting him to say something. But his eyes flashed over to a shelf and when my eyes followed his gaze, I nearly choked on my own saliva.

Those were not there this morning.

They are little toy cars.

No; they were model cars.

Models... not a model.

Shame and embarrassment slammed into me like a sledgehammer.

Oh, Moon Goddess. I made such a fool out of myself. I looked at Elliot briefly and saw him still watching me but this time, his right brow was arched. He was waiting for me to say something, but I had nothing to say. I was humiliated and I just wanted the earth to open and swallow me whole.

"I should call Rebecca and see how she's doing," I said in a rush, pointing at the doorway. I wanted to run out of the room and hide.

the wall, pinning me with his body. I sucked in a sharp breath as I looked up at him. My face was probably as red as a cherry and my heart hammered wildly

were you so upset when you thought I was meeting with a model this

I stammered, unable to pry my eyes away from his. He had

jealous?" He asked, a smirk now

course not," I lied; my breathy tone gave away

me, pressing his hard body into mine, and just as his lips brushed across mine a

and shoved him away from me as I shielded

no! Not now,

I ran from the room. My vision returned just as I stepped into the hallway, but the pain remained. Panic consumed me and I continued to run until I reached the bottom of the stairs, then I ran into my art studio, slamming the door shut behind

against

as pain consumed me, but I tried to muffle the sounds

a knock

I heard Elliot calling out to me. "Are you in

"I'm okay," I mustered.

My whole body shook, and

louder and

and I heard him retreating from the door, much to my relief. But that relief only lasted a moment when I saw my hair, which had come loose from my ponytail, and

hands, I saw how pale I

was a

Elliot could never find out

ha

be morning.

Tears welled up in my eyes as the chaotic lights and colors continued to flash in my eyes. I'm not sure what time it was when I finally opened my eyes, but once I did, I saw that my hair was back to normal, and

upstairs and into our bedroom. Elliot was sitting on the bed and when I entered, his gaze landed

I wondered if he had been up

upset because I

that he would

I told him quickly. "I'm just going to go to

and turn away from him. Then, he wrapped his

***

brought it up. I mainly spent a lot of time in my studio though, trying to recreate the paintings that Stella destroyed and sold in her exhibit. My plan had always been the same. Find an art gallery that will partner with me and have them display and possibly sell my artwork. Living in Stella's shadow made that dream difficult. But with the artwork I had worked so long and hard on, I thought I could finally achieve my goals until she

work has been even more difficult. Most around the area had already seen the same work

enough to accompany me around the town and surrounding towns to showcase my paintings to different galleries. They all but

at the end of the day, I was emotionally drained. Rebecca and I sat in the

and giving me a little shake of encouragement. "How about Pandora's Bloom? We haven't tried

mention of Pandora's Bloom. That was one of the most exclusive galleries in the world. It

by low-class galleries all over the region; there's no way Pandora's Bloom will want my art in their gallery," I told