Chapter 5: Bargains in the Night
After delivering the soup, Cassie quieted down for a few days. The house felt almost peaceful.
She spent her time in her room, plotting her next move, her ambition simmering just beneath the surface. I could feel it from across the hall.
One day, as I was napping in my room, a loud, rowdy laughter crashed in—ignoring all etiquette, smashing right through the afternoon calm.
The door banged open, and Cassie’s voice filled the air, brash and unfiltered. She had no respect for boundaries, no sense of shame. She was everywhere at once.
I didn’t have time to take down the washable pads hanging in the bathroom. I cursed under my breath.
They were right there, plain as day—a reminder that time hadn’t quite finished with me yet. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
Cassie burst out laughing: "Old lady, I can’t believe you’re not even menopausal yet! They say a good young lover can bring a dead tree back to life. I want to see what kind of secret you’re hiding to keep yourself so… spry!"
Her laughter echoed off the walls, sharp and mocking. She thought she’d found my weakness, but she didn’t know the half of it. She never would.
Cassie barged into my room like a bull in a china shop, and I had no choice but to promise her a lavish, exhausting feast just to get her to leave. She left with a toss of her head.
She finally relented, tossing her hair over her shoulder, satisfied with her little victory. I watched her go, my jaw clenched tight, rage simmering beneath my skin.
On the fifteenth of the month, Cassie was over two months pregnant. Her pregnancy was stable, and she made sure everyone knew it.
The doctor’s visits had gone well. She strutted around the house with a new confidence, convinced nothing could touch her now. She glowed with smugness.













