(Beverley’s POV)
I was done hiding.
The constant, relentless teasing from Marcus had been driving me absolutely insane for days. Every secret touch under the dinner table, every filthy text message sent while Mom sat right there laughing at the TV, every stolen kiss or quick fingering session when she stepped away for even a minute, it all built up inside me like a pressure cooker until something finally snapped.
I was tired of being the only one constantly aching and desperate. Tired of feeling like I was the one losing control while he stayed cool and collected. Tonight, I wanted to make him suffer too. I wanted to turn the tables and watch him struggle to keep it together for once.
That evening, Mom and Marcus were settled on the couch watching TV as usual. Mom was cuddled up again
