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.

sharp breath as I

you thought I was meeting with a model this evening?" He asked,

He had me in a captivated trance; his

He asked, a smirk now playing on

my

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

him away from

no! Not now,

say my name as 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

light returned to my eyes, and I fell to the ground, pressing my back against the wall, I pulled my

as pain consumed me, but I tried to muffle

knock on

me. "Are you in there? Open

"I'm okay," I mustered.

as the lights in my vision turned chaotic. My

away!" I demanded, my voice coming out louder and firmer than I had

lasted a moment when I saw my hair, which had come loose from my ponytail, and draped over my arm.

my hands, I saw how

was a

something Elliot could never

ha

be morning.

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 my skin no longer looked pale. I let out a shaky breath, knowing Elliot was probably so upset with me for pushing

and made my way back upstairs and into our bedroom. Elliot was sitting on the bed and when I entered, his gaze landed on me.

I wondered if he had been up all

because

would question me about

"I'm just going to

he waited for me to slide into bed and turn away from him. Then, he wrapped his

***

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.

my sister's stunt, finding a gallery that would accept my work has been even more difficult. Most around the area had already seen the same work being displayed at Stella's exhibit, and they have

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

day, I was emotionally drained. Rebecca and I sat in the kitchen of the mansion sipping on tea that a maid prepared for us and eating

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

of Pandora's Bloom. That was one of the most exclusive galleries in the world. It didn't just have art, it also

Pandora's Bloom will want my art in their gallery," I told her, taking a