Mirella’s POV

I prepared his dinner and placed it on the dining table, then went back to the bedroom and closed the door behind me.

That night, he didn’t come to me. I lay on the bed, still dressed, staring at the ceiling. My body felt heavy but my mind wouldn’t rest. I kept thinking until exhaustion slowly dragged me under.

Morning arrived faster than I expected.

A knock echoed through the room. I dragged myself off the bed and walked to the door, opening it carefully.

Three women ...