Chapter 3

I was kicked out and sent to the guest room. Honestly, it was nothing more than a storage closet.

Owen said the master bedroom had great sunlight, perfect for Winnie to recover in.

For someone like me, healthy but with a nasty heart, even the floor felt like too much luxury.

That night, the pain kept me wide awake. From the master bedroom next door, I could hear Winnie's flirty giggles and Owen's soft, gentle murmurs.

"Owen, this soup is way too hot. Can you blow on it for me?" Winnie whined.

"Alright, let me cool it down for you,"…