“Don’t overthink things. Olivia needs to stay in the hospital for a week, so I’m bringing her a change of clothes. She’s allergic to those disposable underpants.”
Then, he handed me a bag from the floor and ordered, “These are Olivia’s undergarments. Wash them for me. Make sure they’re clean, and hang them on her rack by the balcony.”
Frowning, I didn’t take the bag.
Seeing my reluctance, Hades snapped coldly, “Cassandra, I’ve really spoiled you! How can you be so useless? You can’t even do something this simple?
“If you won’t wash them, I will. I’ve been washing her underwear since she was a child. Honestly, I don’t want your dirty hands contaminating her clothes anyway.”
With that, he took the bag and limped into the bathroom.
When he emerged, he said coldly, “I’ll be staying with Olivia while she’s in the hospital. In seven days, we’ll have our wedding do-over.
“Just stay home and behave until then. Don’t cause any trouble. You know I can cancel the wedding with a flick of my fingers.”
I nodded and watched him leave.
That day, Olivia posted a photo on social media. It was a picture of a pair of suggestive purple lingerie placed on the white hospital bed. The caption read, “Hades gifted me this new set. He says he knows my size like the back of his hand!”
Smiling, I liked the photo and took a screenshot of it.
For the next six days, she continued flaunting their relationship online. But on the last day, her tone shifted.
“To save me and care for me, Hades’ injured leg went untreated for too long. He’s now disabled for life. But it doesn’t matter. I’m willing to take care of him forever.”
I hadn’t been sitting idle. For the past few days, I’d been slowly erasing every trace of myself from the house.
On the day of our wedding do-over, I placed the wedding dress in Olivia’s room and sent all the screenshots to Hades. Then I blocked his number, grabbed my luggage, hailed a cab, and headed straight to the airport.
