Chapter fifty-five
Rosanna Vietillo POV
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I thought I had figured out the people I was living with. But I hadn't.
What I didn't know is that they do a get-together to mourn a person who the brotherhood has lost. And in today's evening, it is our child, which never existed in the first place.
I'm in a black dress, just like others. I notice my husband among other men. His back is facing me. I didn't see after last night.
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But there were no words to say.
I haven't spoken to Mateo after the session he had with me. The session which felt like it would break me into two.
He spanked me, when he was done, he slipped his finger inside me to prove his words. And to utter worse, he left after proving that his torture would have me soak in my panties.
He wanted to humiliate me,
