Raven Blackwood’s POV:

She looked at me with so much hate in her eyes. Valerie. She was My Wife now.

I watched her stand up after I kissed her. She glared at me like she wanted to burn me with her eyes. “Never,” she said in a sure tone. It didn’t matter to her that we were married now. It didn’t matter that she had said ‘I do’ in front of everyone.

She hated me. I could see it. Feel it. But I didn’t mind. Hate was better than her silence. Better than her ignoring me. Hate meant ...