The latest message was a full schedule—my schedule.
Each date had a name listed beneath it.
“Alaric, when’s my turn again? The brothers can’t wait!”
“Seriously, if your wife were working at a club, I’d get a monthly membership just to book her.”
Cassian’s vulgar messages made my mind go blank. A wave of nausea hit me. Shame, fury, and helplessness surged through me like a flood.
Then a new message appeared.
It was from Calla.
“Brothers, I’m back in Canada! My brother booked out the entire Royal Club to celebrate tonight. Come join the fun—there’s a surprise!”
She followed it with a photo.
When I saw it, the world spun. My knees buckled.
It was me—a photo someone had secretly taken, doctored with humiliating edits. Scrawled across it were the words: “Obedient Dog.”
Terror gripped me. Something was horribly wrong.
With shaking fingers, I copied all the chat records, photos, and schedules to my own phone.
I was about to call the police when Alaric’s voice echoed behind me again.
“Wife, you’re trembling. Are you cold?”
He draped a blanket over me. I quickly locked the screen and slipped the phone into my pocket.
“It’s just the weather,” I mumbled. “Lately, it’s been colder.”