Alice POVThe next morning’s breakfast didn’t feel any better.The only sound was the scrape of silverware against fine china.I kept my head down, focusing intently on the plate of untouched eggs in front of me. Every movement sent a dull, throbbing ache through my lower body—a constant, humiliating reminder of Ethan’s fingers inside me just hours ago. My thighs felt heavy, my core sore and tender, the phantom sensation of being stretched still lingering with every shift in my seat.It was my first night, after all.Across the table, the twins sat in stony silence.But something was… off.Usually, they were a united front of arrogance and disdain. Today, the air between them crackled with something static.They weren’t speaking to their father. They weren’t even looking at each other.Next to me, little Beck was unusually quiet. No tantrums, no screaming. He just sat there, his small hands gripping his fork, his eyes darting between his brothers, his father, and me.“Eat, Alice,” my
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