GILDA’S POV
Japheth had been treating me well, too well.
It wasn’t subtle anymore. It wasn’t hidden behind polite instructions or brief conversations. It was open, deliberate, and frequent. The way he spoke to me, the way he watched me, the way he always made sure I was comfortable, it was becoming noticeable.
And in a house where people watched everything, nothing went unseen.
Jane noticed.
She always did.
She barged into my room without knocking, grabbed one of my dresses from the wardrobe, and pressed it to her nose. Her brows pulled together as she inhaled deeply.
“Not this one,” she muttered, tossing it aside.
She reached for another. Then another.
Soon, my clothes were scattered across the floor like they had been violently rejected.
“What you’re doing doesn’t make any sens
