“Yeah,” she said slowly, as if feeding the horror to me one syllable at time. ‘He’s been watching you, Kasmine. For months. Even years. Every time you undressed, every time you cried, every time you touched yourself thinking you were alone…” She made a little tsk with her tongue, smiling wider. “You weren’t.”
There was silence.
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head, my eyes stinging. “No. He wouldn’t-he couldn’t-“
“Oh, but he did. June’s voice was triumphant. “And do you know how I found out?”
She took a step closer as if she were offering me a bedtime story.
“One of those days when I was here. He’d left for the office. I was bored. And stupid him, he left his laptop open. I thought-why not? Let’s poke around. Try a password or two.”
Her lips curled, wickedly amused. “Wanna guess what the password was?”
I didn’t answer.
She chuckled. “Kasmine. Your name. Isn’t that just precious? Not mine. Yours. Even though he’s supposed to be my fianc?.” She sighed with mock sadness, then leaned in. “Once I got in, I found everything. Hours of video footage from your bedroom. He’d clipped some of the best moments. Labeled them. Some of them were just you walking around naked. Sleeping in a tank top. Other times…”
She trailed off and gave me a sickly-sweet shrug. “You were moaning his name, Kasmine. So loud. So desperate. Like a porn star who didn’t know the camera was rolling.”
I doubled over, bile rising up my throat.
I felt violated. Humiliated. Ruined.
Something in me wanted to fight back. I looked for something… A loop in her story. And there! I found one.
“But… I just started living with him less than three months ago,” I said, my voice barely holding. “How could he have watched me for years?” I asked, hoping that was a loop in her false story.
This must be made up. She was just saying this to make me hate Kester some more. But she had failed. Or so I thought until she tilted her head and gave me a pitying, theatrical sigh. Her hand moved to her hip, standing akimbo like a teacher waiting for her dumbest student to finally solve the puzzle.
“How much further does your cluelessness go, baby?” She cooed, dragging out the last word like an insult. “Don’t tell me you never noticed the hole carved into the wall of your room back at the packhouse.”
My stomach lurched,
She continued slowly, like she was spoon-feeding me with poison. “The one beside your closet? Just opposite your bed?” She asked one at a time, almost like she was giving me clues to catch up with.
My knees buckled. I staggered, barely catching myself on the corner of the bedframe. My legs were fucking jelly. My mouth had gone dry. And my heart? I couldn’t even hear it anymore-it was just this iolent, silent thudding in my ears.
“No.” My voice shook, “That’s not true. He’ll never… He…” I swallowed.
June gasped dramatically and clutched her chest, mocking me like I was a toddler who’d just discovered the world was unfair.
“Oh, sweet girl. You’re adorable when you lie to yourself.” She chuckled. “How then do you think I saw both of you fucking on that cursed dinner night, huh?” She asked, pride staining her cheeks.
“I saw everything, Kasmine. The way you kissed him. The way you moaned his name like a bitch in heat. You practically glowed with it.”
God, I’d seen it a hundred times. A stupid little hole in the wall, just beside the closet. It was small, round, and barely noticeable. I’d always meant to tell someone to fix it. But I didn’t care.
Or maybe I never got curious enough to want to know what it was. I just thought it was… I just… No. My carefreeness didn’t even let me think there was anything wrong with a small hole in the wall.
She tilted her head again with mock sympathy in her eyes. “Must be so hard, huh? Being with a man as unhinged and as manipulative as Kester.”
I clenched my fists.
And then… I cracked.
The grief melted. The shame evaporated. What settled in its place was something much darker than rage.
I straightened, wiped the tears If my cheeks with the back of my hand, and let out a long sigh.
“You know what?” My voice was calm. “Go ahead. Spread the fucking videos. Share them with the world. Leak them to his precious board members. Post them on the damn moon if you want.”
June blinked, her smile faltering.
“Let’s see how long it takes before Kester finds you, june,” I continued, my eyes locked on hers. “Let’s see how fast he rips you limb from limb. And when he’s done, there won’t even be ash left to identify your body.”
I stepped toward her slowly, “You really think I’m scared of a desperate, washed-out woman who spent her best years throwing herself at a man who never gave a single fuck about her?”
She opened her mouth, but I didn’t give her the chance.
“No matter how much makeup you wear, no matter how many times you get your hair done or show up uninvited with your tits pushed up to your collarbones-you’re still just that desperate, pitiful woman everyone gossips about. You think people respect you? They don’t. They pity you. They laugh behind your back. You’re a fucking joke, June.”
Her lips trembled. Her hands clenched at her sides.
“Let me spell it out for you. He never loved you. He only used you. You’re invisible. Just a buzzing fly he can’t be bothered to swat. And you were too dumb to read it. And when the Moon Goddess dropped me in his lap, you became obsolete.”
She flinched at my words.
“What?” I scoffed, lips curling. “You really thought helping him win your daddy’s support would buy you a permanent seat at his table? Make him indebted to you?” I shook my head, “No matter what cards you think you have to play, Kester is always, always ten times ahead of his opponents. And you? You are now his opponent. And I’d make sure he deals with you as one.”
“Shut up,” she snapped, her voice breaking.
“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Shut up!”
I smiled coldly. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
Her eyes flashed. “You’re-“
“No. You’re pathetic,” I snapped. “You begged me to talk to my brother. You cried over him like a sad, broken little girl, even though you knew he was fucking his little sister. And the whole time, you knew he didn’t want you. What does that make you? Pathetic,
June.”
She looked like she’d been slapped again. But this time, the sting wasn’t physical.
“You want to paint me as the whore?” I took a slow step forward, the fire in my chest finally finding its shape. “Be my fucking guest.”
June blinked once. I saw the flicker in her eye-like she didn’t expect me to fight back. But I wasn’t just broken. I was burning.
“But here’s the thing, June Mellors,” I said, “I got the man without even trying or begging. I didn’t have to lick his boots the way you did. You threw yourself at him for years and still ended up alone Heck, he made you suck his cock just to get me jealous. He made you get on your knees like a trained bitch, June. And you did laugh.
You obeyed like a loyal, pathetic pet.” I let out a mocking
*Poor, poor June.” I clicked my ongue. “What now? Gonna run to Daddy and cry? Maybe he’ll write you a check for your dignity. Assuming you ever had any.”
I shook my head slowly, my eyes narrowed and dripping disdain.
Then I grabbed my handbag from the bed, swung it over my shoulder and gave her one final, pitying look.
“I don’t need to lift a finger to destroy you, June. Kester will do it for me. All I have to do is ask.”
I walked to the door. My blood felt like it was boiling through my skin, but I had delivered the perfect retaliation to her. I was done being mute and scared of what would or might be.
And just before I stepped out, I turned to her one last time.
“You can wear the crown of the desperate, June. I’ll keep the throne
Then slammed the door so hard the walls trembled.
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