Arriving home, Liv sighed as she dropped everything Joanna bought for her. She couldn't see herself wearing any of them because it just felt too odd.
Her phone buzzed, and as she grabbed it from the bed, she saw a message from Arthur, making her frown. What did he want now?
Does he want them to fuck again, even with Joanna with him? Doesn't she satisfy his sexual urges or what?
She hesitated but finally opened the message, discovering that he mentioned they wouldn't be able to meet until Monday. A wave of relief washed over her, and she collapsed on her bed, contemplating what to do with her fleeting freedom.
Staring up at the ceiling, she reflected on Joanna's words about her impending wedding. While she once aspired to be a wife, the current circumstances left her uncertain.
"Who would want a woman like me?" she mused aloud before deciding to freshen up, leaving her internal conflicts to linger in the background.
