Lahat ng Kabanata ng Cheating Cop Ex-Husband Becomes My Submissive Pet: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Harvey’s POVNo one wanted to hear the truth. No one cared that I had been taken against my will. From the moment they put the cuffs on me, I knew the world had already judged me guilty. Every time I opened my mouth to say I was abducted and forced to donate DNA, my words were brushed aside like they were nothing. It was as if I had no voice, no name, no history. I was just another shadow tied to Matteo, and in their eyes, that was enough to destroy me.The courtroom was cold. Not just from the air that came out of the vents, but from the looks of the people who filled the seats. Their eyes were sharp, hard, filled with disgust. I sat there in my chair, my wrists heavy with the metal of the cuffs, and all I could think was how quickly life can turn. Just years ago, I had started to accept my fate.I was willing to donate for eight years then start my life afresh,no matter how weak each donation made me feel I was still fighting for myself every single day. Now, I was branded as a crimi

Harvey’s POVI did not sleep. My head felt heavy, but my eyes stayed open. The room was dark, and the cold from the walls pressed into my skin. I could still see her walking away. The sound of her shoes. The straight back. No hesitation.I begged within but couldn't say it out because it would bruise my pride. My voice had cracked. I had felt something break inside me that I could not name. It was worse than fear.The police officer had told me the visiting hour was over. I stood up. Even my legs felt weak. I could not tell what it was. Something inside me had folded in on itself and stayed there.The cell felt smaller the next morning. The metal bars looked closer. I sat on the edge of the bunk. My cellmate, a quiet man named Harris, looked at me once then turned away. He said nothing.The courtroom scene replayed again and again. Matteo and Alisa smiling. Speaking like they were weak victims and had no hands in the whole shit. Their voices are steady. Controlled. Clean.They lied wit

Harvey's POV I started to notice things about her I had never seen before.It was not something sudden.It was slow, like watching a curtain being lifted little by little.I stood behind her most of the time now.Not close enough to disturb her, but close enough to hear and see.I kept my eyes down most of those moments, but I still watched her when I could.One morning, she was on a call in the living room.The house was calm, with no sound from the children yet.I was wiping the glass table in front of her, just doing my duty.Her phone was on speaker.The voice on the other end sounded like someone important, someone older and confident.They spoke about investments, about hotels in Dubai and Singapore, about a fashion event in Milan.Nada did not pause once.Her tone was steady, her words clear and firm.She spoke like someone used to being listened to.I watched her fingers as they tapped her pen lightly.She was relaxed, but she controlled the conversation.The person on the li

Harvey’s POVI did not see it coming when it happened. I only said her name again. Just her name. I meant no harm. I was tired and confused. My mouth moved before my mind. And then everything turned dark.Nada stood in front of me with that look she always had. Cold. Sharp. Mean. The look that told me she owned everything here. Even my voice. Even my breath.“Did you just call me Nada again?” she asked.I froze. I realized too late what I said.“I’m sorry,” I said.She slapped me. Hard. My head turned to the side. My cheek burned. I tasted metal on my tongue.“I said I’m sorry,” I whispered.She slapped me again. Harder. My eyes watered. My ears rang.“Don’t you dare say my name with that filthy mouth of yours again,” she said. “Call me ma’am,that was the agreement.”I nodded fast. I wanted to drop to the floor and beg. I hated how weak I was right now. But I felt like I deserved it. I did not know why I thought that. Maybe she had been broken for too long. Maybe she stopped seeing he

Harvey’s POVThe house was quiet the next day, but the quiet did not feel soft. It felt like a warning. Every sound I made, even small ones, felt too loud. My body still hurts from last night. My back burned where the belt had landed. My wrists felt sore. My chest felt heavy, like I was carrying something I did not know how to drop.Nada did not speak to me that morning. She walked past me like I was not there. But even when she did not look at me, I felt her. Her presence filled the room. I followed her around without being told. It was what I did now.She sat at the table and drank her coffee. I stood behind her, waiting. The smell made my stomach tighten. I was hungry, but I did not ask for food. I did not even think of asking. Asking always brought pain. I learned that already.She finished the coffee and left the cup on the table.“Clean,” she said.I cleaned. I washed the cup slowly and carefully. I dried it and placed it back the way she liked it. I moved around the kitchen qui