My fated mate used to me get off and then walk away, unbothered.

My mother used to tell me that those who do good to others receive good in return. But she was wrong. She was wrong because I kept getting punished and hurt over and over again.

My pillow is wet.

I wish I had the strength to go to Lexion and slap him in the face and call him out. I wish I could hurt him back so he could feel a glimmer of what I have been going through. I want somebody to feel and understand this constant agony ...