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Kendall froze, momentarily caught off guard by my words. She stood there, her gaze flickering as if weighing my
intent.
Blake’s brows furrowed, though his expression remained as unreadable as ever.
Seizing the chance, I silently slipped away from the kitchen, feeling a sense of liberation with each step I took.
The divorce agreement would take effect in a week, and I had only that precious time to pack my life and leave
this place behind.
Back in the bedroom, I scrolled through rental listings on my phone, absorbed in my thoughts, when Blake’s
voice cut through the air.
“I need to head to the company for a bit. Kendall will stay here, so you’ll take care of her.”
I raised an eyebrow, the confusion creeping into my tone. “Am I now a housekeeper? Is she so helpless that she
needs me to babysit her?”
I had always bowed to his commands without a second thought, but today, something had shifted in me. I found myself questioning him, challenging his authority with every word.
His face darkened, his voice dropping low and menacing. “Laura, don’t forget who’s been keeping you. You’re
here because of me, and you’ll do as I say. Don’t push me.”
I swallowed the bitter taste of my pride, nodding with reluctant compliance, the weight of his words pressing
on my chest.
heavily
Roforola na Blako iccund ang lant warning his union low and adgod with authority “Vondall’s young
Vou’ro
My husband Vests Be To Serve Ma Metress
Before leaving, Blake issued one last warning, his voice low and edged with authority. “Kendall’s young. You’re responsible for her while I’m gone. If anything happens, don’t think I’ll let you off easy.”
With those words lingering in the air, Blake leaned down to kiss Kendall’s forehead, a tender, possessive gesture before he strode out, the sound of the door clicking shut reverberating in the silence.
Now, with only Kendall and me left in the living room, the atmosphere shifted. She slouched against the sofa, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.
“I heard you’ve been married to Blake for five years,” she said, her voice thick with amusement.
“Yes,” I replied, my tone calm and measured, betraying nothing of the storm brewing inside me.
“But last night, he told me he’s never touched you!” Kendall’s posture shifted as she tossed her hair back, revealing the dark mark on her neck. “You must be twenty–six by now, still a virgin…” Her words hung in the air, sharp and probing.
She giggled, swaying gracefully like a delicate flower, before continuing, “You must’ve heard us last night, right? Blake is such a tease. He made sure you could hear everything from the next room. Oh, and I almost forgot, you’ve never experienced a man, have you? Especially someone as strong as Blake.”
Her laughter was almost too much to bear. “What a shame. At your age, I doubt anyone would touch you, except for maybe you chasing after them, right?”
I furrowed my brows, disbelief creeping into my thoughts. I hadn’t expected Blake’s hidden rose to speak with
such venom.
Calmly, I answered, “Everyone lives their life differently. I don’t base my existence on any man.”
Kendall’s laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by a sneer. “A woman who’s been living off a man, playing
housewife for five years, probably has no room to talk, huh?”
I chose not to engage further, sitting down on the opposite end of the sofa as I continued my search for a place
to rent.
Kendall couldn’t stand the sight of me remaining so calm and composed. It didn’t take long for her to start pushing my buttons, trying to boss me around.
The last time, she complained that the coffee I made was too cold and demanded I pour boiling water to fix it. Then, with the slyest of smiles, she pretended to spill it–most of the water splashed onto me while just a few drops
landed on her wrist.
Her cry echoed through the room, sharp and dramatic.
“Blake, it hurts so much…”
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By the time Blake rushed in, his face twisted in alarm, Kendall was already in full meltdown mode.
She showed him the small burn on her wrist, and he fussed over it for a moment before turning to me, his anger.
flaring.
With a forceful slap, he sent me crashing to the ground.
“Didn’t I tell you to take care of Kendall? Is this how you do it?!”
His voice was cold with fury. “If even the smallest mark appears on her, I’ll make sure you suffer ten times
worse.”
Without another word, Blake grabbed Kendall and rushed her off to the hospital, leaving me kneeling on the floor. I lifted my nightgown, the red welts on my thighs already burning with the sting of the water.
