In a trance, I remembered a time when we were in love.
No matter where Owen was, he would rush home at the first sound of thunder, just to hold me through the night.
He knew how much I feared storms.
He’d wrap his arms around me and never let go. His hand would gently stroke my back until I fell asleep.
He did love me once.
And he truly hates me now.
My knees were so bruised I could no longer feel them. My legs were swollen and discolored.
Finally, he emerged—carrying Julia in his arms like a victor claiming his prize.
Without a word, he unlocked the cuffs from my wrists.
“Change Julia’s clothes. And don’t you dare close your eyes.”
On the bed, Julia lay completely bare, cheeks flushed pink.
“Sorry to trouble you, Ms. Sheryl ,” she said sweetly, feigning innocence.
Owen chuckled coldly. “How could it be trouble? She loves watching. It’s her favorite thing.”
“She can’t sleep unless she hears me with another woman. Tsk. She's born a slut.”
I lowered my eyes, opened a new box labeled Cat Maid, and began dressing Julia.
The little cat ears twitched playfully as I adjusted the outfit.
It looked... adorable.