It had been a week since that day...that unforgettable chaotic day. No matter how hard I tried to, I couldn't erase the memory of that day. The humiliation, the whirlwind of emotions, and RoughCoin's brazen possessiveness still felt fresh like a wound refusing to heal.
It was as though my life had been flipped upside down, and RoughCoin made sure I knew exactly who was holding the wheel.
I sighed, standing on the balcony of the mansion with a cup of tea in my hand. And watching the late-afternoon sun dip into a fiery glow.
RoughCoin was out, tied up in some "business deal" or so he said.
I hadn't pried.
I wasn't about to turn into the nagging wife....yet.
But the silence and the solitude in the house gave me too much time to think.
And thinking about that day?
It felt like p
