I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror—a hollow smile on my lips, eyes dull with exhaustion.
With a bitter chuckle, I tossed my phone onto the seat.
Half an hour later, I arrived at his hotel room. In my hands was the lace lingerie he had purchased.
The first time he bought me something like this, I had been nervous, shy—but I hadn’t refused.
That night, I gave him everything.
And yet, as he moved above me, lost in pleasure, he moaned only one name.
Lisa.
I had lain awake beside him till dawn, silently crying as he slept.
From that night on, I never wore lingerie like this again.
But Christopher always had his ways.
If I refused, he’d simply make another woman wear it—then send me the pictures as casually as if he were saying good morning and good night.
A cruel game. One he played well.
The door swung open.
Christopher stood there in a loose bathrobe, smirking down at me. His eyes glinted with amusement.
“Hmm… You’re one minute late,” he drawled. “I’ll forgive you this time. But don’t be late again.”
Before I could respond, another figure stepped into view.
Lisa.
She wrapped her arms around Christopher’s waist, pressing herself against him as she leaned toward me with a sweet, innocent smile.
“How thoughtful of you,” she cooed, tilting her head. “You brought it here yourself?”
The door swung open wider than necessary, exposing me to the harsh hotel lighting.
Christopher frowned, his gaze darkening as he took in my appearance. Without warning, he yanked open my coat, revealing the hospital gown underneath. His voice dripped with disdain.
“You’re still wearing this pathetic thing after falling down earlier?” He scoffed. “Ariana Anderson, do you ever stop putting on a show?”
His sharp gaze raked over me, cutting through what little dignity I had left. I swallowed the pain, knowing nothing I said would change his mind.
I bent down, hurriedly grabbing my coat from the floor and wrapping it tightly around myself. All I wanted was to leave. But before I could turn away, a pair of strong hands seized me from behind.
Christopher stepped closer, his lips curling into a cruel smile.
“Since you’re here, you might as well stay,” he mused. “How thoughtful of you. Serve me well tonight. Liz and I will sleep in the bedroom—” he paused, eyes glinting with amusement, saying, “and you can sleep on the sofa.”
A sickening wave of nausea rolled through me.