I turned and fixed my eyes on Louis.
Was he really going to make me do what she said?
His expression shifted several times before he finally spoke, his voice low.
"Daphne, you owe her this."
Then he reached over and tore at my clothes himself, snapping a photo that made my skin crawl with humiliation.
Without a second of hesitation, he uploaded it to my social media account.
Within seconds, the comments section turned into a cesspool.
Oh my God, is that Daphne? Has she lost her mind? She's basically selling herself on the street at this point.
For someone like this, I just want to ask—how much for the night?
Wait, isn't Daphne Louis Farley's wife? Posting photos like this online? Louis must have the worst luck in the world, marrying a woman like that.
"Second, you slapped me today. I want you to slap yourself ninety-nine times."
Kathy inspected her freshly painted nails, that self-satisfied look never leaving her face.
I was trembling with rage.
"Why should I? You destroyed my mother's roses—"
Louis's palm cracked across my face, cutting me off mid-sentence.