“It’s going to rain tonight. You’ve been afraid of thunder since you were a kid. Let me stay with you tonight.”
Agnes made an attempt to appear bold. She was only one step away from Kenneth. His hand lingered in the air as if savoring the warmth of their embrace.
“Irene was always bothered by my presence. If she knew you were with me, she’d throw a tantrum again.”
Kenneth stood upright and grabbed Agnes’ hand.
“You and I grew up together. We’re like siblings. I spoiled Irene too much. She’s gotten increasingly petty and unreasonable. Just ignore her.”
Agnes clung to Kenneth’s arm. She pouted playfully.
“With you by my side, I’m the happiest girl in the world. We can sleep in the same room again, and you’ll tell me bedtime stories. It’ll be just like when we were kids!”
Kenneth gazed at Agnes, playfully tapping her nose before leading her to the bedroom.
I watched them. They looked like a loving couple. Meanwhile, I hovered there like an outsider peeking into someone else’s happy life.
A month ago, when Agnes returned to the hunting grounds where she and Kenneth grew up, she insisted on staying in our home. She said she wanted to relive her childhood memories.
I objected, but Kenneth exploded in anger and accused me of being heartless and cruel.
“She’s all alone now. We grew up together. I won’t let her live outside by herself. It’s not safe!”
Before I became his mate, Kenneth made me live alone in some random apartment. He never once cared about my safety.
Back then, he told me, “Irene, I want us to wait until our wedding night to live together. I want to make sure our passion lasts.”
Now, thinking back, I realized Kenneth never truly loved me.
The realization hurt so much I could hardly breathe.
Kenneth led Agnes into the master bedroom.
That was supposed to be my room, but when Agnes arrived, Kenneth told me to move out.
It was all because Agnes said she liked the sunlight there.
