Ophelia's Pov
I stood in front of the large mirror in the room at night. I could still feel his feathery touch on the side of my lips, butterflies lifting in my belly. I was getting too affected these days, but what bothered me most was tomorrow. What should I do? We were going to a party, and it was his birthday. What gift do I get when he doesn't even let me out? It's not like I even want to give him a gift and make him feel touched, but that was the plan—to make him feel touched that his darling wife was not behaving crazy again.
Why had he ignored me and then started talking to me again? b***h, because he wants you to go to a party? Then what about the women he uses? The thought of that suddenly made me feel something crazy. That wasn't jealousy… no, never! I yelled within myself.
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