Chapter 4

I spent a day burning every trace of myself, clothes, photos, leaving nothing behind.

My flight is tomorrow. By then, they will no longer have anything to do with me.

Daphne still hadn't returned, but from Logan's taunts, I knew she was busy. Really busy, exploring all sorts of positions with him.

As for Dahlia, she treated me like I was invisible.

One last time, I fulfilled my role as a father, cooking a meal she loved.

But when she came back from school, she just snorted and ordered takeout, refusing to say a word to me.

I watched the meal go cold as the night deepened.

In a daze, I heard faint movements at the door. By the moonlight, I saw Daphne finally willing to come home with her beloved.

Daphne's cheeks were flushed as she straddled Logan's waist, seeking kisses, her delicate hands teasing provocatively downward.

Logan, with one hand pressing her head, deepened the kiss dominantly, while the other securely supported her hips.

They entered in a hurry, kissing passionately, undressing. In between breaths, Daphne whispered.

"Brother, don't wake my brother-in-law."

Logan jealously bit her earlobe, his voice full of grievance.

"Good sister, didn't you say I was your favorite?"

"Didn't you say doing it at home with Declan watching was more thrilling?"

"Didn't you say Declan was just a tool to protect our love?"

"Why do you make me call him brother-in-law?"

Seeing Logan sad, Daphne felt heartbroken, lovingly kissing him while soothing him gently.

"Brother, isn't it more exciting this way?"

Their amorous sighs grew louder, tearing open the wounds in my already bleeding heart.

Curled on the couch, the nauseating smell made my heart feel dead.

I don't know how long it was before the two, moving from the kitchen to the living room, noticed my presence. Daphne's breath quickened.

She covered Logan's mouth, stifling the lust in her eyes. They went upstairs, clinging to each other.

In the silent night, only her suppressed warning remained.

"Brother, don't mess around, if Declan finds out, he'll definitely go down fighting."

"He's still Dahlia's dad; we can't make it too ugly."

...

I don't know how long it took, but Daphne came downstairs, cautiously covering me with a blanket.

The scent of their dalliance still clung to her, and her open collar showed dense kiss marks.

I rigidly pushed her hand away, and she sensed something was wrong.

"Honey, what's wrong? Are you mad because I haven't been home to keep you company?"

I shook my head bitterly.

"No."

"Daphne, I dreamt you cheated."

She froze, panic in her eyes as she looked at me.

"Honey, what nonsense are you talking? I swear, you'll be my only husband in this life!"

At that moment, I was too disgusted to speak, stubbornly turning my head, curling up in bed, exhausted.

"I'm a bit tired. I'm going to sleep now."

I turned away, not wanting to see her anymore.