Chapter 4
Joannie wrapped the blanket around herself and leaned against him, deliberately nestling in his arms: “Yunia must have been passing by and got upset seeing us together, right?“]
She looked at Yunia provocatively: “Matteo is in his alternate personality now–the one who loves me! Face the facts and stop bothering him at night. Stop humiliating yourself.“[]
Matteo quickly caught on, tightening his arm around Joannie’s waist as he said coldly: “Go back. Don’t disturb us.“]
Yunia looked at the desire still lingering in his eyes, finding it utterly ridiculous.[]
“Don’t worry, I won’t interrupt your fun.“]
She turned to leave, but Joannie suddenly called out: “Wait!“[]
“How can we just let her go like this?” Joannie pouted, tugging at Matteo’s arm playfully. “She likes to peek, doesn’t she? Then let her stay and watch how much you love me!“]
Matteo refused without hesitation: “You’re the only one in my heart. I don’t want such intimate moments seen by strangers.“]]
Strangers.
Yunia’s nails dug deep into her palms.
She, his legal wife, had become a “stranger” in his mouth?
“We can’t just let this slide!” Joannie persisted. “She saw me naked–there has to be some punishment!“]]
Matteo sighed: “What do you want?“]
“Lock her in the morgue!” Joannie’s eyes gleamed with malice. “That’ll stop her from spying again!“[]
Yunia’s head snapped up, looking at Matteo in disbelief.]
He just fell silent for a few seconds, then waved at the bodyguards by the door: “Take her to the rest room.“[]
“The morgue!” Joannie corrected.]]
Matteo glanced at her, finally indulging her with compromise: “…Fine. The morgue.”
…..]
The morgue was bone–chillingly cold. Yunia curled up in a corner, her body shaking uncontrollably.[]
Her phone suddenly vibrated–a message from Joannie.
It was a sex video of her and Matteo.
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In the video: rumpled sheets, intertwined bodies, used condoms scattered on the floor; Matteo pressed against Joannie, gripping her thighs as he thrust roughly, making hoarse, breathless sounds in his passion.[]
The morgue temperature has been set to the lowest setting. Perfect for your current mood, right? Enjoy it, discarded wife.
Chapter 4
Yunia stared at the screen, her heart numb with pain.[]
The cold gradually invaded her consciousness as she drifted into fevered dreams.[]
In her dreams, seventeen–year–old Matteo said under fireworks: “Yuni, I’ll be good to you forever.“]
Twenty–five–year–old Matteo knelt on one knee, holding out a ring: “Yunia, marry me. “0
Twenty–eight–year–old Matteo held her sick form all night without sleeping, eyes red as he said: “You can’t leave me…‘ “O
But suddenly, all these images twisted into him holding Joannie, into him coldly saying “draw her blood,” into him unhesitatingly having her locked in the morgue…]
“Why…” she sobbed in her dream, “why did you lie to me…” “O
She closed her eyes drowsily, dimly seeming to hear someone calling her name.
When she woke again, she saw Matteo’s panicked face.[
“Yunia!” He gripped her hand tightly, his voice trembling. “You just said… lied to you?“]]
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