I didn’t get back till almost ten—on purpose.
The second I stepped into my room, I knew. Someone had touched my bed.
Then I saw Elyna’s new post: a smug little selfie of her sprawled across my mattress.
Caption: [A $100,000 mattress really makes a difference. Told him I wasn’t sleeping well, and boom, he replaced one. That’s what love looks like!]
He gave her my bed. The one he custom-ordered when my back was killing me. Six figures, easy.
He used to care like that—used to know what I needed before I said anything.
He raised me. Let me fall for him. Then played the saint and made me the sinner.
But now? Elyna whined once, and boom—he didn’t even bother telling me. Just handed it over.
Cedric showed up at my door. “Elyna’s a light sleeper, so I gave her your mattress. Your back’s fine now, so any mattress should do.”
I didn’t look at him.
“Okay.”
He frowned hard. “You’ve been way too obedient lately. What’s your deal? You used to lose it when I was nice to anyone else. Now you’re just… chill? Don’t tell me you’re plotting something. I’m serious—if you screw with Elyna, I won’t hold back.”
I looked up. “I’m not trying to screw with anyone. Honestly, I’d just like to be left alone. Isn’t this what you always wanted? Me, acting grown? You should be thrilled.”
His jaw tightened. “Good. Reine Rouvroy, you’re really something.”
He slammed the door and stomped downstairs.
That line? Always meant he was pissed.
But I wasn’t in the mood to play peacekeeper anymore.
Didn’t matter if he was mad. I’d be out of here soon.
