ログインI should have stopped.That’s the responsible thing to do when you realise you’re reading something that was clearly not meant for your eyes.Instead, I turned the page.Because apparently my curiosity is stronger than my sense of morality.Also… if someone leaves a manuscript in a house where I live, that’s basically an invitation.Right?Right.I leaned forward again and started reading.Katherine’s Manuscript — Chapter 3The first time Damien stayed in my room all night, I pretended to be asleep.Not because I didn’t want him there.Mostly because I didn’t know what to do with the feeling of someone watching me.He had come in late.I remember hearing the door open softly.Then the quiet sound of his shoes being set down.I kept my eyes closed.Very mature behaviour for a married woman.But Damien didn’t say anything.He just stood there for a moment
The house had gotten quieter while I was reading.Not the peaceful, comforting kind of quiet either—the kind that tucks you in and whispers go to sleep like a normal person.No.This was the suspicious kind.The kind that made every small movement feel like a crime. Pages turning too loudly. Chair creaking like it was about to expose me. My own breathing suddenly very… noticeable.Which made sense.It was late.Very late.The kind of late where responsible, well-adjusted people were asleep, dreaming about productivity and hydration.
I told myself I was going to sleep.That was the plan.Close the manuscript. Turn off the light. Pretend I had never just read three chapters of a dead woman describing Damien like he was some kind of attentive romantic hero.Very doable.Very responsible.I closed the manuscript.Then immediately opened it again.Because now I needed to know what happened next.And more importantly—What the hell went wrong?I turned the page.Katherine’s Manuscript — Chapter 4Marriage settled around us faster than I expected.Not dramatically.Just quietly.The way habits form.I learned Damien preferred his coffee black.He learned I had a terrible habit of reading while walking.“You’re going to walk into something eventually,” he warned one afternoon as I wandered into the sitting room with a book open in front of my face.“I’ve managed so far.”“That’s be
I told myself I was only going to read a little more.Just enough to satisfy my curiosity.That was the lie I used as I picked the manuscript back up.The pages made a soft rustling sound when I turned them. The kind that somehow felt louder in a quiet room.I glanced toward the door for no reason at all.Still closed.Still quiet.Good.Because I had the strange feeling that if Damien walked in right now and caught me reading about his marriage, I would have absolutely no explanation prepared.I shifted in the chair and pulled my legs up underneath me.“Just one more chapter,” I murmured.Then I turned the page.Katherine’s Manuscript — Chapter 2Marriage is a strange thing.One moment, you are a stranger in someone’s house.The next time you are sharing their bed.Their mornings.Their silence.The first week of my marriage to Damien was surprisingly peaceful.Not awkward, the way people assume arranged marriages must be.Just… quiet.Damien was not a loud man.He didn’t fill rooms
By the time I got back to my room, the house was quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet either. The kind that makes a big house feel… too big.I kicked the door shut behind me and immediately bent down to pull off my heels. My feet hurt in that dull, irritated way that made me regret every decision that led to tonight’s banquet.The dress wasn’t much better.I stepped out of it carefully and tossed it over the back of the chair. The fabric slid halfway down and hung there, as if it were also exhausted from the evening.“Good,” I muttered to no one.The room smelled faintly like the lavender soap the staff used. Clean. Calm. Nothing like the ballroom from earlier, where everything had smelled like perfume, champagne, and expensive people pretending to enjoy each other.I walked over to the vanity and started pulling the pins out of my hair.One by one, they clinked softly against the glass table.Josh’s voice from earlier floated back into my mind.“My uncle will handle it.”Uncle.I p
By the time I got back to my room, the house was quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet either. The kind that makes a big house feel… too big.I kicked the door shut behind me and immediately bent down to pull off my heels. My feet hurt in that dull, irritated way that made me regret every decision that led to tonight’s banquet.The dress wasn’t much better.I stepped out of it carefully and tossed it over the back of the chair. The fabric slid halfway down and hung there like it was also exhausted from the evening.“Good,” I muttered to no one.The room smelled faintly like the lavender soap the staff used. Clean. Calm. Nothing like the ballroom from earlier, where everything had smelled like perfume, champagne, and expensive people pretending to enjoy each other.I walked over to the vanity and started pulling the pins out of my hair.One by one, they clinked softly against the glass table.Josh’s voice from earlier floated back into my mind.“My uncle will handle it.”Uncle.I pause







