The abortion was scheduled for the afternoon,two days from now.I returned to the villa to gather the things I would need for recovery since there would be no one to look after me after the procedure.I would be on my own.
But the moment I stepped through the front door,I froze.
My belongings were scattered across the living room floor like trash.Clothes,books,skincare products—things that had once been part of my daily life—were now trampled underfoot by unfamiliar men and women in staff uniforms,walking around them as if stepping over dirt.
A hot,nauseating wave of rage and humiliation surged through my chest.
I stormed toward the bedroom.
"Lennon,what the hell is going on?"I demanded."Why are my things thrown out like this?"
His voice drifted from inside,calm and detached.
"Winona is injured and she needs a peaceful place to rest.She happened to like your room,so I gave it to her.You should feel honored."
I let out a bitter laugh,hollow and sharp like shattered glass.
"Is that all this is?A generous favor?Or are you just easing her into my role as lady of the house?"
His expression flickered—just for a second—but I caught the guilt before it vanished.