Twisted Therapy

Chapter 4

Grace Morgan's POV

My burned hand was the accessory that I never asked for but now serves as a constant reminder of the dangers of Derek's different mood. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and the black dress I had chosen for the party seemed to match the darkness of my thoughts. The off-the-shoulder design and intricate lace detailing added a touch of elegance. I decided on a sleek, low bun hairstyle to complement the sophistication of the dress, allowing me to feel put together despite the chaos within me.

Two large arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me into a warm embrace that momentarily eased my troubled mind. The familiar scent of Derek's cologne enveloped me, offering a sense of comfort amidst the uncertainty. I was supposed to hate him for all those terrible things he ever did to me, yet in that moment, all I could feel was a sense of familiarity in his arms. The conflicting emotions within me made it hard to push him away, despite the past betrayals.

"You look so pretty, darling," he whispered softly in my ear, his words causing a flutter in my chest. I couldn't deny the effect he still had on me, even after everything we had been through.

I turned around and fixed his bow tie, our eyes locking in a silent understanding. Despite the hurt and pain, there was still a connection between us that I couldn't ignore. It was a reminder of the complicated history we shared, one that I wasn't sure I was ready to let go of just yet.

His lips brushed against mine, igniting a familiar spark that made me question everything I thought I knew about moving on. Our past betrayals seemed insignificant in that moment, overshadowed by the undeniable chemistry that still existed between us.

"The chauffeur is waiting outside," he said, breaking the tension between us. I took a deep breath, feeling torn between the past and the uncertain future that lay ahead.

"Let's go," I whispered, my heart racing with conflicting emotions.

As we stepped out into the cool night air, I couldn't help but steal glances at him, trying to decipher the thoughts behind his intense gaze. The drive to our destination was filled with a heavy silence, the weight of our unspoken words hanging in the air between us. It was as if we were both afraid to break the fragile peace that had settled over us, afraid of what truths might be revealed in the darkness of the night.

The streetlights flickered overhead, casting long shadows across his face as we drove. I couldn't shake the feeling that this night would change everything. Soon, the city lights began to fade in the distance as we approached our destination.

As we pulled up to the party venue, I could see the twinkling lights and hear the distant sounds of music and laughter beckoning us inside. The place was a grand old mansion, with its towering pillars and sweeping staircase creating an air of sophistication and mystery. I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with trepidation as we stepped out of the car and made our way towards the entrance. I've been here before once; this is my second time.

The guests were dressed to the nines, with women in elegant dresses and men in sharp suits. It felt like a scene from a movie as we entered the grand foyer, greeted by the sounds of clinking glasses and lively chatter. The atmosphere was electric as we mingled with other partygoers, all decked out in their finest attire. It was a night to remember, filled with laughter, dancing, and a touch of glamour that only a mansion party could provide.

Every year, Derek's office throws this extravagant event, and each time it never fails to impress. The mansion's opulent decor and sprawling grounds added to the air of sophistication and luxury that permeated the evening.

"You finally made it, Grace," Ava exclaimed, offering me a glass of champagne. "I'm so glad you could join us." I smiled, feeling grateful for the invitation to such a spectacular event. Ava is a colleague of Derek, and she always goes out of her way to make everyone feel welcome at these gatherings.