CHAPTER 42

LOVEY'S POV

     

                                  It has been two weeks. I still could not recover from his death. I cried a lot. I isolated myself in my new room. My brain mostly felt numb. His death had changed our lives and Isabella, I never met her. She must have Harry's blue eyes. 

       I blinked. I was still fighting with pain. I was sitting on the velour couch. I was hugging my knees and resting my chin on them. Abruptly, the door swings open. He held my hand and tugged me at him. 

       " Where are you taking me? Leave my hand?" I said with anger and dread.

       I am his wife. He could do anything and worse, force himself on me. I couldn't expect anyone to help me. Nobody would help me when he blackmai