Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

head throbbed as that shot through her brain, piercing through

her like a pitchfork with its tines of straight agony.

“No. Wait. We need to talk about this.” She reached out but

stopped as Giana stepped back. She raised one eyebrow,

haughty and condescending. Her face was a blank mask again,

but the edges had peeled back, the depths of her eyes revealing

all the truth of the motion she couldn’t hide. The ice queen had

returned in full force, but she wasn’t the same as before. That

façade had been diminished somehow. Still, it was unnerving

how her warm jade eyes could go so cold so quickly. “I can’t

just leave. Giana, please.”

“Talk? Now you want to talk?” Giana shook her head, but

there was something, a wrinkle at the corner of her mouth,

when Coralyn begged. Maybe it wasn’t a good thing. Giana

looked like she wanted to throw a hand over Coralyn’s mouth

to stifle what she could only think of as lies. She might have

been willing to talk earlier, but her good will had been all but

erased.

“Fuck that. Your little storybook fantasy is over.” She made

a shooing motion, which humiliated Coralyn and stung her

further. “Go. Drive home in those pajamas in your shitty car

for all I care. Drive back to your horrible little apartment, to

your broken little life.”

Coralyn felt like she’d just been hurled against the wall by

the force of her astonishment, but this time being pressed up

against that wall was sheer torture. Giana’s words hit her so

hard, and she wasn’t quick enough to dodge them.

“You’re being so cruel.” Coralyn still couldn’t believe she’d

heard right. Where was even an ounce of that woman from

before. That woman who Coralyn had needed and appreciated