Caesar claimed it was eco-friendly, but it felt more like a blank canvas devoid of warmth or personality.
Just days ago, I had casually suggested a new sofa, only to be met with his annoyed glare, as if I had suggested we redecorate the entire universe.
“I didn’t make you my girlfriend so you could live in comfort. Be grateful you even have a sofa. Why are you being picky?” he snapped. “Stick to cooking and doing laundry. Don’t expect anything else until we’re married; that’s just not in the cards.”
His harsh words filled me with a wave of shame, leading me to question my worth. But the truth was becoming clear: I was merely a housekeeper in his eyes.
He had a slew of beautiful women at his fingertips, with Gaia reigning as his favorite.
With a soft sigh, I turned away and walked out, feeling like a shadow in my own life.
As I drove home, a flurry of thoughts raced through my mind, and I found myself dialing a number I had been toying with for some time. “Mr. Collins, I’ve decided. I’m willing to help you.”
“Are you absolutely sure? There’s no going back once you commit,” he cautioned.
I nodded firmly.