I watched captivated as Angel leaned closer to her and she whispered something close to his ear. It showed an intimacy between lovers and I felt like I had been knived in the chest. She was everything I wasn't. She was blue eyed and stunning with legs that went on forever.

Lovers. There was no doubt.

Unable to take another moment I stormed away from the restaurant, I couldn't get out of the hotel fast enough. I only hesitated a few moments when I got outside to mask my features so Jack wouldn't notice there something was wrong.

The bags he had been carrying were already in the trunk and he held the door open for me.

"Thanks Jack," I said before I slid into the car.

I put the privacy screen so I could try to come to terms with what I had seen.

This couldn't be happening. I had watched my mother deal with my father's infidelities. With each one it chipped away at her until there was nothing left. Was I destined for the same fate?

I would never have believed Angel was capable of something like that and it just showed me how well I really knew him. Someone I had agreed to marry to save myself was just like my father.

Kaiden had warned me and I hadn't listened, I felt like such an idiot for not believing that Angel could do something like this to me. Why had I trusted him so much? Was it because we had grown up together, despite our dislike for each other he had always stepped when no one else had?

The ring on my finger felt so heavy. Why would he got to the lengths of choosing a ring with such a sweet meaning if he was not prepared to treat our union like a real marriage?

Or maybe this was his view of what a real marriage looked like? An obedient wife at home while he had a string of mistresses, just like my father.

What did I do now?

I went around in circles trying to figure out what I was going to do? It wasn't like I could just pack my bags and leave for fear of the Vincents but I couldn't stay.

Back at the house, Jack carried my purchases up to my bedroom and when I closed the door I was finally alone.

The urge to pack whatever I could into a duffel bag, I had to fight. There was no running away from this but I didn't know how I was going to handle it. Did I confront him right away or did I see if he mentioned it?

Why would he admit he was still seeing someone when he was supposed to be engaged to me? But the more pressing question I had, was why did it hurt so much? I barely liked him, it didn't make sense. But not only was I upset I was mad, really mad.

I spent most nights having dinner on my own in the dining room with far too much for one person to eat, Angel never joined me. Come to think of it I barely saw him, unless it was to discuss something so if I wanted to see if he would tell me about the woman he met today I would have to go to his study.

I took a couple of deep breaths to steady myself before I knocked on his study after I ate a late lunch..

"Come in," he said.

He was seated at his desk going through some papers. When I entered, I closed the door before I approached his desk.

It was only when I stood in front of him did he finally lift his eyes to me.

"Is there something specific you need?" he asked, when I remained silent trying to figure out how I was going to start the conversation.

"I'm tired of being alone in this house with no one to talk to," I told him as I played with a pen I picked up from his desk.

"I'm not here to entertain you Kira." He leaned back in his chair.

"Did you have a good day?" I asked, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

He frowned. "I don't have time for games. Get to the point Kira."

"We're going to be married, surely this would be a normal conversation between a wife and a husband? I ask you about your day and then I get to tell you about mine?"

"My day was busy," he said in a clipped tone. He wasn't big on sharing but I didn't know if it was because of the affair he was having or the business dealings he couldn't share with me.

"So you didn't do anything interesting today?" I asked, sweetly but I was fuming beneath the surface. I crossed my legs slowly.

I had hoped he would admit the lunch appointment and would explain it away, putting an end to my worst fear. But he wasn't doing any of that, in fact he was only confirming what I believed I had seen.

Memories of the two of us having sex in the same study we sat in now tormented me.

"No, I didn't." He sat up straight. "Now if that's all."

He was brushing me off and that set me off.

I stood and removed the engagement ring from my finger and set it down on his desk, without a spoken word.

"Kira?" he questioned, when I walked to the door and left without a backward glance.

"Kira." His voice was raised but I ignored him.

I wasn't going to yell or scream, or let him see how much he was hurting me. No, I wasn't going to do any of that.

Calmly, I ascended the stairs and went straight for my bedroom. I didn't bother closing the door. Inside my wardrobe I got a duffel bag and started shoving some random old clothes that I hadn't given away into. The new clothes he had bought for me remained in the shopping bags. I wasn't going to take a single one of those items. I didn't want anything from him.

"What are you doing?" Angel appeared in the doorway of my wardrobe.

I pressed my lips together and continued to shove more clothes into the duffel bag.

"Stop it." He grabbed my wrists to stop me. I refused to look at me. "What's going on Kira? Tell me what's wrong?"

"I'm not going to marry you." I wanted to yell and scream but the fear that I would cry kept me from allowing any emotion to the surface.

"Why not? We already discussed this and agreed it was the best plan to keep you safe."

"That's before I knew what kind of man you are."

He released my wrists. "What are you talking about?"

I crossed my arms. I didn't want to talk about it, I just wanted to leave.

"I don't want to fight. I'm just going to pack my stuff and I'll be out of here." I didn't know how I was going to handle the threat from the Vincent's but I would figure something out. All I knew was that if I stayed, it would slowly kill me like my father had killed my mother.

I made a move to retrieve the duffel bag but Angel grabbed it from me.

"You are not leaving." His jaw was tense, his anger simmered beneath the surface. "I don't know what's got into you but you're not going anywhere."

"You can't keep me here." I tried to hold onto the last bit of control I still had. My gaze dropped to the floor. I couldn't even look at him right now. Every good thing he had done for me was marred by this betrayal.

"I can and will. Don't forget who I am." His voice was chilling. "You seem to have forgotten about the Vincents. What do you thinks going to happen if I let you walk about of here without any protection?"

"Right now I don't care." I lifted my chin defiantly. I would rather have walked across glass than accepted this sham of a marriage.

"What's got into you? What happened today?"

I refused to tell him what I saw. What was the point? He would find a way to explain it away and I would be expected to believe him. I'd seen this cycle countless times with my parents.

Cheaters rarely admitted it until there was irrefutable proof. Until I caught him red handed in bed with someone I would always have a bit of doubt and if he could explain it away I would probably accept it. Because it was easier to accept the explanation than be faced with the truth.

"You are not going anywhere. I'll get to the bottom of this." He stormed out the wardrobe.

Moments later my bedroom door slammed close.

I let out a shaky breath and picked up the duffel bag to carry on packing my stuff.

I would not stay no matter what he said or did. I had seen them together, the intimacy between them had told me everything I had needed to know. And if it had been a harmless lunch date why hadn't he said anything?