It was a live recording of her and Vernon tangled together in bed. The sting of betrayal cut deep.
The dimly lit room pulsed with an almost suffocating intimacy. As their bodies moved urgently, Riley occasionally glanced at the camera, her eyes a spark of challenge, daring me to look.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away, staring blankly at the screen, each second sinking deeper into a silent rage. This time, I didn’t delete the video. No. Instead, I saved it, adding it to my growing collection.
When I was finally discharged, I returned to the Hamilton residence—only to find Vernon had moved back in.
"Eloise, I’ll stay with you from now on. Focus on getting better, and we’ll try for another baby," he said, offering that familiar, gentle smile. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead as if everything was normal again.
In the dead of night, I was jolted awake by an unfamiliar noise. Following the sound, I made my way to the living room, where I found Riley and Vernon shamelessly entwined on the couch, indulging in each other’s desires.
The sickening noise of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, pounding like a drum in my head, each throb sending waves of disgust through my veins.
I had grown numb to these scenes, but the sight of them defiling my own couch, my carpet, and those things that once held my comfort stoked an unbearable fire of fury within me.
I slammed the bedroom door, the sharp bang startling them both, freezing the pair outside for just a moment. The silence that followed was short-lived.
With no other choice, I shoved in my earplugs, willing my mind to shut down as I fought for sleep.
The next morning, Aunt Nori stood frozen in the doorway, her gaze fixed on the near-destroyed sofa and carpet. The destruction was undeniable, but I’d already made up my mind.
"Throw them out," I instructed, my voice cold and decisive. "We don’t need a sofa or carpet in the living room anymore."
That night, I was woken once again by the sound of their shameless actions. I reached out beside me, but the space was empty; Vernon was gone.
It felt so familiar, like a nightmare on endless repeat.
I stepped out, already dreading what I might find. And there it was. The dining table is now their new stage. I couldn't believe my eyes.
This crossed a line.
Without a second thought, I hit pause on whatever twisted show they were putting on.