“What sins did you and my husband commit that are making you so speechless? Thinking of possible lies to cover up your immorality, huh?” She queries, expressing her fury for my mutism.
Sins, huh! The only thing that makes ‘our sins’ more unforgivable than what she has been committing all this time is the fact that she respects the terms of their contract while we broke the terms. Otherwise, she is no saint. And she is too arrogant for her own good. Unless she is a witch, there is no way for her to tell that we had s*x in her absence.
“Good morning, Mitchell!” I greet her, disregarding her charges and trying to be modest.
“What can be good after walking into my compound and your shitty face happens to be the first thing that greets me, huh?
It would have been better if it was a dog tha
