Soon after, Mason got up. "Now you can leave," he said as he made his way to the bathroom.
Arabella wasted no time, immediately turning and bolting down the stairs to get away from the nightmare. The weight of betrayal and disgust hung heavy on her shoulders as she fled, the echoes of Mason's words and Angel's moans haunting her every step.
Arabella made her way to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. She needed a moment to collect herself before facing Mason.
As Arabella sipped the water, she noticed Angel approaching. She was wearing a robe.
"Do not come near me," Arabella said, placing the glass on the sink. "You smell like him."
"Oh, Saint Arabella is going to scold me," Angel scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
"I am not going to scold you. You can do whatever
