Chapter 45

• Ophelia's Pov
• I stood in front of the large mirror in the room at night. I could still feel his feathery touch on the side of my lips, butterflies lifting in my belly. I was getting too affected these days, but what bothered me most was tomorrow. What should I do? We were going to a party, and it was his birthday. What gift do I get when he doesn't even let me out? It's not like I even want to give him a gift and make him feel touched, but that was the plan—to make him feel touched that his darling wife was not behaving crazy again.
• Why had he ignored me and then started talking to me again? Bitch, because he wants you to go to a party? Then what about the women he uses? The thought of that suddenly made me feel something crazy. That wasn't jealousy… no, never! I yelled within myself.