It felt as though the house had been abandoned, with not a soul in it. No servants moving about

t me Mason and Brittany were having sex. I turned quickly, walked into my room, and slammed the door behind me with a force that echoed through the hall. The sound of the door slamming might have interrupt

hurt so much. I got out of the tub, put on my nightie, and crawled into bed. I pulled the duvet over me, feeli

cus. I tossed my duvet, Slowly, I pushed myself up from the bed, my body feeling heavy. I stumbled to the door, unlocked it, and made my wa

nd. When I saw Mason standing there, I felt a bit of relief; a small part of me was glad to se

ple acknowledgment. I stood there, silently watching him, mesmerized by the way he moved.

pond right away; he just gulped down his water. I watched, unable to look away, as his Adam's apple went up and down with each swallow. After he finished,

questioned myself, I took out a milk

n his phone. I hesitated, unsure if I should continue speaking, but I needed answers.

t treatment?" I demanded, but he didn't answer still. His eyes, cold and piercing, briefly met mine, sending

em," he said, his

t said. "What? Why would she do such a thing?

rough the room, sharp and comman

ed, not daring to

-

jogging pants. "Hey, baby," she said to Mason, planting a kiss

ing my eyes. Slowly, I began walking upsta

his voice full of admiration. "You

oth ch

muttered, jealousy

coming over today,"

tamping my feet with each step to make sure they heard. They both stared at me, but I refused

g Brittany?" I muttered with jealousy, banging the

ake an impression, something that would prove I could still stand out. He thinks Britt

l gown. I pulled it out, holding it up against myself in the mir

out Brittany and Mason. Afterward, I stepped out, wrapped a towel around me, and sat down in fr

d been days since I last called her. I grabbed my phone and dialed h

d into the phone, bu

said, her voice filled with

," I muttered to my