Owen forbade me from closing my eyes, so I had no choice but to take in every lingering mark on Julia’s body—evidence of their night together.
When I helped her into the last piece of black lace, Owen finally snapped.
He grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward him, his expression was twisted with disgust.
“You enjoy watching my woman that much?”
“Or is it that you want to wear this kind of thing yourself?”
“Sheryl, stop with your filthy thoughts. Even if you stood naked in front of me, I wouldn’t spare you a single glance!”
He flung me aside violently, then tossed a towel over Julia’s body.
“Get out! Kneel at the door. That’s your punishment for looking at her.”
I obeyed, quietly stepping out and closing the door behind me.
Inside, Julia’s voice rang out in a sultry tone. “Mr. Carter, you’re so fierce... you scared me.”
“Ms. Sheryl was just helping me change, wasn’t that a little too harsh?”
Owen let out a cold laugh. “My woman is for my eyes only. She’s nothing.”
“If she dares look, she pays the price. Kneeling all night is letting her off easy. Don’t waste your sympathy—she deserves this.”
Plop.
A drop of liquid fell onto the divorce agreement I was holding.
I wiped my nose.
It was blood.