Three hours later, Michael called to lecture me, “Nichole, this whole thing was your fault. I’ve already apologized to Olivia for you.”
“A project at the company has been a bit tricky these past two days. I need to handle it first. Stay home and behave. The password is 577520.”
After giving these instructions, Michael hurriedly hung up the call.
The man, who said he was busy, now appeared on Olivia’s social feed, taking her to a fancy restaurant and personally peeling crayfish for her.
I still remember how he scolded me for ages after I used my own cutlery to serve him a piece of fish.
Later, he condescendingly warned, “Don’t ever do that again. I have a bad OCD.”
I loved him so much back then that I felt worthless, always doing whatever he wanted.
As I scrolled through Olivia’s feed, my heart sank. There was a video of him making silly faces just to make her laugh.
Another showed him renting a whole night market just because she said she wanted something.
When he saw she had bruised her cheek, he was so upset that he called the top doctors for the treatment.