NIA’S POV
I had hoped Caleb wasn’t home when I got back. The house felt quieter than usual, and for a moment, I dared to believe I might slip in without a fight.
But as I pushed open the bedroom door, my heart sank.
There he was, lying across the bed with that smirk I hated, eyes sharp and calculating.
“Look who decided to come home,” he sneered, voice dripping with venom.
My skin prickled as he scanned me from head to toe. “Nice dress. Looks expensive… even did your hair.”
I stood frozen, the weight of his gaze crushing me. I wanted to say something, but the words stuck in my throat.
Then he spat the question like it was poison.
“Did you f**k him? Suck his d**k?”
“No,” I whispered, barely able to breathe.
He laughed, cruel and low. “Sure you did, you little whore.”
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