Venessa’s POV
We returned to the master’s bedroom in the pack house, and the memories came uninvited. I remembered the days I used to scrub these floors, dust these walls, exist in this space without ever belonging to it. I remembered the afternoon Jalisa summoned me here, ordered me to kneel and massage her feet, spat cruelty at me like it was her birthright.
I couldn’t bring myself to feel even a shred of pity for her now. She didn’t deserve it. Still, there was no need to gloat. I had already won.
Denzel and I slipped into our new reality with surprising ease. There was no awkwardness, no resistance just a natural rhythm between us. For an entire week, we stayed mostly indoors, wrapped in each other and the quiet comfort of shared space.
Denzel went to his office daily to deal with
