However, I found those pieces of underwear in the pocket of one of Martin's jackets.
There were still several white streaks on them, emitting a musky scent!
I couldn't imagine what disgusting things Martin had done with them!
I was furious. Despite knowing that doing so would alert him, I still burned them all with trembling hands, unwilling to let him desecrate me in such a way.
I took out my phone and called Ray, urging him to come home that day.
In the afternoon, Ray rushed back.
Seeing that I was fine, he relaxed, untied his tie, and slumped on the sofa.
I leaned against him and whispered, "Ray, can we move out and live just the two of us?"
Ray sat up straight, looking at me with concern. He asked if anything had happened.
I didn't dare tell him the sordid truth, so I evaded.
"Nothing. I just feel it's not very convenient living with Martin."
Ray looked incredulous.
"Vicky, Martin is so good to you! All our neighbors envy us for having such a great brother. He might be heartbroken if he heard you say that!"
I wanted to tell him that the brother he thought was so good had indecent thoughts about me, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.
So, I made an excuse to avoid Martin temporarily.