The Husband Beside Me Read Online Evangelene (Devil Trilogy #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Billionaire, Dark, Drama, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devil Trilogy Series by Evangelene
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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“If you’re expecting a thank you, don’t,” I muttered.

“You? Say thank you to me. I never in a million years expect that,” he said bluntly.

“Where are we going?” I asked, looking out the window, then back at him.

“You’ll see,” he said, smiling at me.

The mere look of his smile, the way the color of his eyes shined, brought out a discomforting pang in my chest. How could he so easily forget what he had done? But then again, Daimon was mine only on paper. This wasn’t real. He wasn’t real. I looked away, staring out the window onto the busy streets of Manhattan.

The car finally stopped and Daimon stepped out. We were at Central Park. A heavy snowfall had fallen in the morning, blanketing the trees and the park benches.

“Come on, Addie.” Daimon held out his hand for me to take. I looked at his extended hand and then at him. A gentle dusting of snow was falling as people were passing us entering the park.

“Really? You think that I’m going to walk with you, hand in hand, in Central Park? What did you do? Look this up on the Internet and it told you to take your jilted wife here to make her feel better? Please, Daimon,” I dismissed him, placing my hands into my jacket and began walking on the path leading into the park.

“Wait!” Daimon called after me a few moments later. Daimon caught up to me holding two large designer paper cups.

“What the hell is this?” I asked as he handed it to me.

“Hot chocolate. The best in the city,” he winked. I drank it slowly, enjoying the divine taste of the velvety rich chocolate. “I’m glad you like it,” Daimon said as he took a sip from his. “To be honest, you look like you haven’t eaten in days. I was trying to figure out a way to stuff food down your throat,” he stated.

“I am eating,” I refuted.

“Bullshit!” He stopped walking and glared at me. “I’ve watched you and seen the food in the fridge; you haven’t eaten a fucking thing,” he snapped. “I honestly don’t know what your problem is, but get over yourself, because this isn’t the Addie I paid for. I paid for the Addie, who is a fighter and a survivor, not you who lounges around moping that I was trying to get a blow job. The Addie I know would have ripped me a new one and handed it on a plate for me to eat,” he barked.

“It’s your fucking fault I’m like this, so fuck off already. I’ll get over it and move on. To someone much better, I assure you,” I hissed and began walking away. I heard Daimon chuckling from behind me. He was so infuriating. It was impossible for me to go one day without having a fight with him.

The tall trees that lined the walkway were barren and black; their branches stretched out, curled and curved as they spread wide. The gentle snowfall was covering them with a fresh canvas of untouched snow. I was too taken in by all that was around me to notice Daimon was next to me watching me.

“What is it now?” I asked, exasperated.

“Nothing. Just like watching you,” he shrugged.

“Why? I’m not that good to look at.”

“You’re okay. Not Miss Universe, but still, you’re easy on the eyes,” he winked.

“Screw off, Daimon,” I said, narrowing my eyes.

“You keep saying that, but you don’t mean it,” he said with a devilish grin, but before I could retort, he took my free hand and pulled me to a food cart.

“I told you to stop doing that,” I hissed, but was obviously ignored.

“Two organic chicken sausages on a whole wheat bun with mustard,” Daimon ordered from the lady at the organic food cart. She quickly went at it and handed over the food. Daimon took them and gave them to me. “Here take.”

“Hold on a minute.” I put down my hot chocolate and held onto the food. He reached into his pocket, took out twenty dollars and told her to keep the change.

“I didn’t realize you were hungry. Why didn’t we go eat then?” I asked handing him the food.

“One is for me, the other is for you.” He took one and began eating it.

“Let me get this straight. You brought me to Central Park to get an organic, may I add, sausage, instead of going out to eat real food?” I watched him carefully as he kept eating. He finished his bite and smiled.

“What? You married a billionaire and now you want to go to the fancy places. My, my, Addie, we have grown.”

“That’s not what I meant by it,” I nearly shouted.

“Look, it’s your fault I’m poor now. I literally paid an arm and a leg for you. You think you were cheap? Trust me, you weren’t.” He then bit into the rest of his sausage.


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