Every day, I was locked inside the villa with nowhere to go.
She went to the office during the day and came home at night to torture me in new and creative ways.
At meals, she had the housekeeper prepare dishes she knew made me sick. At night, she cranked the air conditioning down to its lowest setting and let me freeze.
Eventually, she started bringing Simon home.
They'd hold each other, kiss, touch—right in front of me.
"Sarah, Mr. Kaufman is watching," Simon murmured, nestling against her.
Sarah spared me a passing glance.
"He's just a disobedient toy. Ignore him."
I sat on the couch and watched their little performance. It didn't stir a single ripple inside me.
If anything, I found it laughable.
In my previous life, I'd been kept in the dark, drowning in agony. Now all I felt was disgust.
I stood up to head back to my room.
Simon called out to me.
"Mr. Kaufman, could you pour me a glass of water?"
I didn't bother acknowledging him and kept walking.
Sarah's voice cracked like a whip.
"Stop."
"Simon asked you to pour him water. Are you deaf?"
I paused and turned around.
"You dragged me back to marry you. Was it so I could be your servant?"