[Baby, I’m not coming back tonight. My parents want me to stay and spend more time with them. Sorry to make you sleep alone tonight.]

I scoffed upon reading his reply.

If it were before, I might’ve believed him.

Tears welled up, but I wiped them away with my fingertips. Then, I stepped forward.

I knew the door code. I punched it in, walked inside, and headed straight for the bedroom.

But then I heard it—a woman’s voice.

"Uncle Wilbur, slow down... that’s too fast!"

His voice followed, low and teasing.

"You don’t want it anymore, baby?"

I froze.

The moans and murmurs from the other side of the door crashed over me like a tidal wave.

My grip tightened around my phone.

For a moment, I felt like I wasn’t even standing there, like I was outside my own body, trapped between a dream and reality.

My hands trembled and my legs felt weak.

I clutched the doorknob, trying to steady myself, but my heart kept shaking violently in my chest.

Naomi's POV

"Uncle, between me and Sis Naomi, who do you like more?"

So she knew about me. My chest tightened with rage, my lips curling into a bitter smile. I let go of the doorknob, waiting to hear how Wilbur would respond.

But it seemed like he didn't want to answer until Roxanne pressed again. "I remember Sis Naomi being pretty conservative. Is she as wild in bed as she acts all proper?"

At this moment, Wilbur’s breathing turned heavy. "That's not something you should be asking," he snapped.

Roxanne fell silent momentarily before whining, "Why are you being so mean to me?"

After a beat, his voice dropped into a cold, hard tone. "You don’t get to mention her name. Know your place. Understand?"

With a dissatisfied tone, she could only reply, "Ugh, fine. Just don’t stop."

My blood boiled and my hands trembled as I reached for the door—only to find it locked from the inside.

The inside suddenly fell quiet.

They had heard me.

"Who's out there?" Wilbur asked in a hoarse voice.

"Probably just a rat," Roxanne giggled. "This place hasn’t been cleaned in forever."

"Unless..." She laughed again, sharp and grating. "Could it be Sis Naomi?"

"It’s me," I said coldly from outside, which made her laughter cut off immediately.

Maybe my voice sounded raw from crying, or maybe they were simply guilty. Either way, the room fell into an eerie stillness.

After what felt like forever, the door finally creaked open.