Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 112

Hades

Ellen was not asleep when I returned to our bedroom. No, she was sitting on the bed, her hands folded on her lap. When I stepped in, she got up.

"Welcome back," she muttered. Her voice was neither monotone nor cold.

I froze in my steps, looking her over. She worried her bottom lip, her eyes straying every once in a while. She was dressed in a pale blue nightdress that contrasted with the wild, wavy red of her hair.

"You are not asleep," I muttered. Then my stomach clenched. "What did she do this time?" I demanded, but when she flinched, I stopped myself. "Ellen..."

Ellen shook her head, putting her good hand in front of her. "She did not do anything, I promise."

I raised a brow. "What is the matter?"

Finally, her eyes stayed steady on mine, and she walked forward. "I wanted to apologize for hiding the fact that I was hurt from you and hiding what happened."

My brows could have disappeared into my hairline. Suddenly, it dawned on me. "Just because you apologize does not mean that I will tell you what you want to know," I told her, my voice icy.

She tilted her head, confusion taking over her face, before her brows rose in realization. "No, no, it has nothing to do with that. I am not apologizing just because I want you to tell me... that... well, whatever that was."

I tried to remain hard, but her expression was open and genuine.

"If you don’t want to talk about it, then it’s fine. I have no right to pry. And just because I apologize does not mean that I expect something in return. It is not some trade by barter," she finished softly. Her gaze wavered, but she kept her chin high. "I’m apologizing because I was wrong to hide it from you. I was wrong to think I could handle it alone." She let out a shaky breath, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her nightdress. "I should have trusted my instincts instead of trying to justify some sense of loyalty, especially if it was at my expense. You were right. I was being foolish."

I looked down at her as if she was growing a second head. What the hell was this woman? She had been ready to fight me just this morning to protect her help, and now she was sounding so reasonable that I could have sworn it was someone else standing before me.

Ellen did not back down from my scrutiny. Her eyes were steady, though I could see the flicker of nervousness beneath her carefully constructed exterior. She was trying and I hated how much it affected me.

"You think I was right?" I echoed, my voice laced with disbelief. I never thought that I would see the day. My fiery wife agreed with me.

I studied her for a long moment, the tension in her small frame refusing to ease. It was not the apology that had taken me off guard; it was the vulnerability that she let peek through. This time, she did not conceal it with harsh words and a sharp tongue. Instead, she stood there unarmed and exposed before me, and it made something deep and uncomfortable stir within me.