Jeremiah hung up without a trace of hesitation.
But just before the call ended, both Naomi and I clearly heard Margaret’s coquettish voice purring through the line.
“Brother Jeremiah, let’s do something exciting tonight, okay? Tonight, I belong only to you.”
The room fell into suffocating silence.
After a long, heavy pause, Naomi let out a weary sigh and finally said, “Lainey, if you want to leave… then go. I won’t stop you anymore.”
She looked at me with guilt in her eyes.
“It’s me who owes you. From the beginning, you and Jeremiah were a mistake. I should never have used your sacrifice to push you toward him.”
I didn’t say another word.
I quietly gathered my things, stepped out of the villa, and booked a hotel for the night.
As soon as I arrived at the hotel and finished checking in, I was ambushed. Jeremiah and a group of bodyguards stormed in, tied me up, and dragged me back.
Once again, I found myself inside that all-too-familiar villa, with bitterness swirling in my chest and confusion weighing down my heart.
Jeremiah stood before me, barely able to contain his rage.