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  Table of Contents

  Unspeakable Truths

  Copyright

  Other Titles

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Ninteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Acknowledgements

  Excerpt from Shelter You

  Chapter One Shelter You

  Unspeakable Truths

  By

  ALICE TRIBUE

  Published by AMT Publishing

  All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any form without written permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. All characters and storylines are the property of the author.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, or any events or occurrences, is purely coincidental. The characters and story lines are created from the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously.

  Photos by Lindee Robinson Photography

  Cover Designed by Najla Qamber Designs

  Models: Ahmad Kawsan & Destiny Mankowski

  Editing by Editing4Indies

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  Formatting by CP Smith

  Translation of Love (Of Love #1)

  Desperation of Love (Of Love #2)

  Shelter You

  For Arbin for listening to all my new book ideas and giving me your amazing suggestions.

  For Eva Rose, because to me you’re everything…my very own ‘happily ever after’.

  For anyone whose ever experienced the beauty of a second love.

  “Tyler, do you take Everly to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

  “I do,” declares Tyler, his deep voice cracking slightly.

  My own eyes are now moist with the threat of unshed tears. His beautiful smile shines down on me, making the butterflies in my stomach take flight. I turn my head to the priest as he begins to speak again.

  “Everly, do you take Tyler to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

  “I do,” I agree joyfully tilting my head up and looking into Tyler’s chocolate brown eyes, the tears pooled in them reflecting my own. This is the kind of moment that every girl dreams of, the happily ever after that we read about when we’re little.

  “You have declared your consent before the Church. May the Lord in his goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with blessings. What God has joined let no man divide. Do you have the rings?”

  Tyler nods, turning around and taking the rings from his best man. As he turns I take in the sight of him, really look at this man standing before me, loving the way he looks in his black suit and tie. Tyler is slender with lean well-defined muscles. His light brown hair is short and perfectly groomed for the occasion. Tyler likes to look good; he’s always so well put together. He takes pride in his appearance—even in sweats and a t-shirt he looks styled to perfection. He’s tall, so tall that he hovers over me even in the highest heels I could find I still have to look up at him. His thin lips and perfectly chiseled nose make him look almost like the typical boy next door.

  I focus on Tyler as he shakily picks up my left hand and grins as he slides a platinum diamond band on my finger.

  “With this ring, I thee wed,” he says softly, so low that no one past the first few rows likely heard him.

  I wipe away a stray tear, turn to my maid of honor who hands me his ring, and turn back to Tyler. I take his hand in mine repeating the same words he’s just spoken.

  “With this ring, I thee wed.”

  “You place these rings upon each other’s fingers as a visible sign of your vows this day. And now by the power vested in me by the state of New Jersey, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. Tyler,” the priest calls with a smile on his face, “you may kiss your bride.”

  His lips crush down hard against mine and my arms wrap around his neck as cheers erupt throughout the church. Two hundred of our closest friends and family are in attendance, but I don’t see any of them. I barely register the fact that they’re here at all. The only thing I know is that we did it, that as of this moment I’m Tyler’s wife and he’s my husband. Mine. And this is the day I’ve been waiting for since I met him on campus four years ago.

  We slowly break apart, and I swear it feels more like a fantasy than reality. Tyler looks down at me with his perfect smile and whispers, “I love you Mrs. West.”

  “I love you Mr. West.” I giggle as he takes my hand leading me down the rose-covered aisle and out of the church. Life with Tyler hasn’t always been perfect, it hasn’t always been easy, but my life is so much better with him in it. I’ve never doubted his love—not ever once. He’s steady, grounded, focused; that’s what I love about him and Tyler would do anything to make sure I’m happy. He would move mountains if it meant giving me something that I want. How can I not love someone like that?

  The rest of the day passes in a series of beautiful scenes filled with happiness and laughter. Endless food and alcohol is consumed, music fills the air as our guests dance and mingle. It’s been prepared to be the wedding to end all weddings as two prominent families are united through our love for each other. Everything is as it should be, everything is right with the world, and I’m afraid I might burst because I’m so full of joy right now.

  “The moment I saw you in that first class I knew I was going to marry you,” he tells me. My arms wrap around Tyler’s neck as we sway back and forth to the beautiful ballad.

  I laugh and shake my head at him. “Confident huh?”

  He always says he had known…well hoped, from the minute I walked into my Econ class, that he and I would be together. I, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure. I’d had a crush on someone else, but it didn’t take long for me to reciprocate. There was just something about Tyler that got to me. It was more than his looks, although his dark brown eyes and killer smile didn’t hurt. He had a level of confidence unlike anyone I’d ever met before. It poured out of him, making him almost infectious to be around; getting to know him, spending time with him became almost necessary to me.

  I remember being the envy of every girl in that class when he and I were paired off together to do our semester project. We spent a lot of time together studying and researching during that time and every day we grew closer and closer until I finally realized I had fallen in love with him. That’s all it took for us to become inseparable, for us to become Tyler and Everly, and now look at us—married and about to start a life together.

  I place a chaste kiss on his lips. “You know, if I could have created my dream man from scratch, he would have been you. I know now that you were meant for me.”

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nbsp; “Mmm baby, I’m going to take you out of here in a few minutes and show you exactly why you’ll never regret getting mixed up with a guy like me.”

  I lean into him resting my head on his shoulder and let out a sigh.

  “I could never regret you Tyler; you’re the love of my life.”

  “And you’re mine,” he replies, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

  We wanted to make sure to thank every last person who came to celebrate our day with us, so we stayed at the reception till the end. It’s after midnight when Tyler and I stumble our way back into our room for the night after the last guests have left the banquet hall located inside the hotel. It’s a gorgeous beachfront hotel, the ideal location for a wedding and convenient because a lot of our guests decided to spend the night here too. I stand in the middle of the dimly lit room in my stunning ivory wedding gown, fitted at the top making it almost skin tight and then flaring at the bottom in a mermaid style. The back is see-through with a seam of tiny pearl buttons running up my spine. The details and appliqués are stunning and hand sewn, making it a one of a kind dress. Anticipation courses throughout my body as Tyler pours two glasses of champagne and hands me one.

  “To my beautiful bride and the beginning of our life together. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

  “To forever,” I toast in agreement.

  I take a long sip from my flute before placing it on the small table. I step back slowly, watching Tyler take a drink, his eyes never leaving mine. I reach around my back and release the first of many buttons that holds my dress together.

  “Let me,” he whispers, putting his glass down and making it across the room in two strides. He circles me until he’s behind me and begins to slowly take out the pins of my hair, releasing my elaborate up do. Once he’s satisfied that he has them all, he uses his fingers to shake out my hair until it falls in soft waves, framing my face.

  I sigh as he kisses my bare shoulder, making my body shiver with excitement. His fingers lightly travel up to my ear where he removes my earring then gently tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. This earns a gasp of shock from me, and I’ve barely recovered before he removes the other earring.

  My body grows warmer with Tyler leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, shoulders, and finally the top of my dress. I feel his powerful hands begin to undo the buttons, my dress getting looser as he opens each one.

  “Hands up over your head wife,” he teases softly. Giving me a command is very unlike Tyler. He’s more about asking me what I want, letting me tell him what will make me feel good which is nice…but I really like this.

  Hearing him call me his wife is strange, but it’s strange in the most incredible way. In the way that makes me believe that dreams do come true, because from the moment I allowed myself to fall in love with him, Tyler West has been my biggest dream. To Forever, I think to myself as he continues his sweet seduction.

  I lift up my arms for him as he bends down and gathers the hem of my dress in his hands. He effortlessly lifts it up over my head, tossing it on a nearby chair. His hooded gaze scours the entire length of my body, taking in my bare breasts and the flimsy strip of ivory material I was assured were panties. I can see the exact moment when his eyes pool with desire; it’s the same moment when my desire pools between my thighs. The look in his eyes is almost too much.

  “Jesus Everly, you take my breath away.”

  I say nothing in return, just stare at him trying my best to memorize his face, memorize how he is looking at me right now. I don’t know why I do it—but it feels like it’s important, like I should never forget how he looks in this moment. I didn’t think it would ever be possible to love him as much as I do or love him more than I did when I woke up this morning, but right now I think I just might. It’s the most beautiful and scary feeling in the world to put yourself out there like that, give your heart away so effortlessly to another person.

  “Sit down on the bed,” he demands in a husky voice laced with desire.

  I do as he asks, backing up until the back of my legs hit the edge of the mattress. I lower myself down until I’m sitting and facing him. He reaches for his glass and gulps down the rest of his champagne before striding across the room and bending down before me. He reaches down and grabs hold of my ankle; he releases the strap and slides my bejeweled shoe off of my foot. Once he’s divested me of both shoes, I reach down and begin to unbutton his shirt while he undoes his cufflinks.

  I waste no time in shoving the shirt off of his shoulders while he helps me slide it off. Tyler gets to his feet, pulls his undershirt over his head, and starts to remove his pants.

  “Slide back and lie down for me baby.” His voice is even hotter than before, he’s taking control in a way that I’m not used to, and it’s only getting me more excited. His words make me even wetter, needier for him; he’s never been like this before. I do as I’m told while he takes care of the rest of his clothing; I shudder as I take in the sight of him in all his glory. Tyler. My husband. Mine. For as long as we both shall live. He’s my life now, my world, and I intend to make him as happy as he makes me.

  He climbs onto the bed, crawling up until he’s hovering over me and we’re face to face. His eyes burn through me, filling me with a heady combination of love and lust.

  “Have I mentioned how beautiful you are?”

  I let out a sigh and smile shyly. “So are you.”

  “I love you Everly, I fucking love you so much. I promise you that no matter what, no matter what happens I’ll always take care of you.”

  “Make love to me husband,” I whisper, keeping the tears at bay. No wife has ever felt this happy, because there’s only one Tyler, and he’s all mine.

  To forever…

  Four Years Later

  “God it’s cold today Ty,” I remark, wrapping my arms around my torso before I burst into a fit of giggles. “Four years of marriage and I’ve resorted to talking to you about the weather. I guess that doesn’t bode well huh?” I let out a sigh, close my eyes, and tilt my head up letting the rays of the sun warm me. It’s the start of the summer season here, but the mornings still tend to be a bit on the colder side. “I guess it doesn’t really matter anyway.”

  Growing up, I was addicted to romance novels, reading about the moment when a boy meets a girl and they fall in love, overcoming insurmountable circumstances. But no matter what they faced, no matter how high the obstacles—they would always, always get their happy ending, their happily ever after. I learned the hard way that the romance novels are wrong! Happily ever after doesn't always mean forever. I know this because my happily ever after was stolen, ripped away from me in the most unimaginable kind of way.

  I run my hand over the top of the gray headstone and take a look at the dates imprinted on it. It’s still surreal when I look at it. Hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that my beautiful husband ended up here—in a cold lonely cemetery, the victim of a random carjacking—hours after we had celebrated our wedding, instead of living a lifetime full of love with me.

  In everyone’s life there are moments in time, events that define you, instances that effect you in such a way that they alter the way that you think, the way that you choose to live your life. For me, losing Tyler is the thing that defines me because when he died he left a gaping hole in my heart so large that nothing could ever fill it. Not time, not hope for the future, not the idea of a new love…none of those things could ever change the fact that all I’ll ever be is broken. In fact the idea of me feeling whole is like trying to get a rose to bloom in the desert…impossible.

  I place a small bouquet of flowers on the grave and wipe away my now falling tears. Being here never gets any easier but leaving him here…leaving him here is like a knife in my chest.

  “Happy anniversary babe,” I whisper, before finally walking away from him. I notice all the beautiful flowers around me, people who just like me have come to pay respects to someone who we once loved. It seems almost wrong having so much be
auty in a place that represents so much sadness. I make it back to my car, get in, and let go, sobbing uncontrollably into my steering wheel. This will never get any less painful.

  I never thought I’d be the kind of girl who spent her life dwelling on the past, on all of the things that should have gone one way but then went horribly wrong. I always prided myself on being strong, resilient, and capable of making the best out of bad circumstances, but shit, I was so wrong. For four years I’ve let my grief control everything, I’ve let it suffocate me and snuff the light right out of my life and the thing of it is…I’m okay with that. I have no desire to forget, to forge ahead and move on without my husband. My husband… Jesus can I even call him that? It’s like a cruel joke; the ink was barely dry on the marriage certificate before he died.

  To Forever…

  Forever—that’s what he said. Well Tyler, I think to myself, forever never came. I sit here in my car gazing at the gloomy sky, the thick clouds that hide away all traces of sunlight for what must be a long time. It usually takes me a while before I’m finally ready to drive away from here, but this time I tell myself I’ll stay away, at least for a while. No more monthly visits to this place. It doesn’t make me feel any better, and I know that Tyler wouldn’t want me to keep coming back. I’m never really going to find what I’m looking for here. This place holds no answers, no solutions, no hope, and it leaves me feeling even more lost and lonely than I did before. It takes me days to start to even begin to feel normal again after leaving here. As normal as I can feel anyway. The truth is that besides going to work, I’ve managed to detach myself from the outside world and alienate everyone who ever gave a damn about me.