The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Wette lay on my bed with closed eyes and a…
…tended the call, and the phone fell silent. Then, I walked over and stared at her, peering at the edge of the bed as if searching for her phone.
“Vette, what are you doing on my bed?”
Verste, who used to despise me, was not only in my room but also in my bed. Yerthe was briefly stunned before she slowly opened her eyes and met my gaze calmly. She looked like she’d just woken up but still seemed distraught. She questioned in a low and hesitant voice, “Are you planning to move back?!”
She closed her eyes again and appeared slightly weak. “This villa is old, and them… it naturally belongs to me if not coming back. What’s wrong with that?”
I clenched my teeth and couldn’t help wondering aloud, “Tjuk tindij all… Haven’t you always hated this place?” Even past it, it would feel depressing. It wasn’t like she had nowhere else to go, so why would she choose her husband’s room, who…
Tveite opened her eyes again. I saw the faintest veins in her pupils, and the sorrow… I admitted I might’ve been overthinking. Perhaps men and women just think differently, and these things probably didn’t matter to her at all.
“Is she feeling unwell?” I asked. “Toodedn’t stay up all night not to sleep. Why are…”
She was instantly alert. She suddenly sat up straight and glared at me with lips pressed tight. I was puzzled by her intensity and… it’s not like I told you not to…
Hey, I’ve dared to assume the reason why she was mad, but it seemed I’d hit a sore spot. She got out of bed without a word, turned off the bedside lamp, and entered the bathroom.
I was utterly speechless. Pulling my hands into fists, I thrashed them in the air in frustration and made a face at her. I’d always hated this about her. She always withheld her thoughts and acted all high and mighty. That was just infuriating.
I rose, and yanked the curtains open. Bright sunlight poured into the room and filled it with a warm, golden glow. The rays felt pleasant and comforting.
I entered her room and found it almost identical to how I’d left it—spacious and elegant. When I opened the closet, I saw that most of my belongings remained, mostly in classic black and white.
Gone. What remained were my light-colored clothing, especially in vivid tones. But most of the outfits I deemed were black, white, and gray because I wanted them to match Veerte’s.
Ultimately, we appeared together in public in this life and my previous one. The only expectations were family gatherings. Matten berri did attend those gatherings, but I hadn’t minded. In fact, I had been thrilled as these had been rare occasions where I could stand by her side as her husband and wear…
I sighed and mocked myself. “What a top-tier simp. No wonder I ended up with nothing.”
I turned to leave, but a piece of paper on the bedside table caught my attention. I remembered cleaning thoroughly before I’d left. How could something have been…
I picked it up. The paper was torn and crumpled as if someone had angrily balled it up and smoothed it out. When I read the words on it, my liver and intestines instantly shifted. My heart churned with waves of emotion.
The paper had: “I made steak today. It was delicious, but she wasn’t here to have it. I miss her, and miss the days when she was by my side. I wish she could join me for a meal.”
Detur lash and… Yvette disliked me for visiting her at work, so I spent many days at home—pounding my thoughts about her and my life at the Jennings residence. Mayana lamesa tip, and I missed her so much that… I’d taken all my journals with me, so how could one page have…
Fahad about his… mas mumqdent and in such a conspicuous spot, so Yvette must’ve seen it. She knew the depth of my feelings for her and… isha fantasies l’adha…
I met with choplets, she locked her eyes on me as she stood in the sunlight and looked breathtakingly beautiful.
“Toodet Komu’t, som panna change your chairs? We’re coming out of time, going to the ampat.”
When the Bokodupi… putter lives like a man like you. Your dar’t wait to kiss a man, and so I’m not allowed to…
Chichi! Who do you…
Yvette’s eyes narrowed as her face grew darker. Then, she laughed. “Owen, you’re exuding charm from head to toe.”
Her keen fingers grabbed my rillar to pull me to meet her gaze. There seemed to be a hint of anger in her alluring and menacing voice. Who do you want to kiss? Tell me about it, will you?