CHAPTER 65— NOT A FOOL

Zheme sat her in his lap by the table, pulling the dish closer. "Here Kitten, eat."

With tears in her heart, Lexie took ahold of her fork and started doing just what she had been told... She ate and when she was done, she turned to look at him, eyes still red and not withholding anything but the pain of his betrayal. "I'm full."

Zheme nodded at that, lifting her and taking her up the flight of stairs to their shared bedroom. "I already ran you a bath." He sat her on his right knee, using his now free hand to twist the knob and push the door open. "Take a shower and I'll be waiting for you on the bed."

He placed her on her feet on the bathroom floor and watched as she staggered further inside without uttering a word. This wasn't his Lexie, his Lexie had never been this quiet and this obedient before, his Lexie had never looked at him with such eyes before, but maybe it was because she —his Lexie— had never been this hurt before.

Her pain was almost tan