Matilda:Chapter Five: Picking Up My LeftoversThe air in the house had turned cold, a sharp contrast to the staged warmth of the wedding. It was as if, now that the vows were exchanged and the public eyes were gone, Maxine didn't see the point in wearing a mask anymore. He and his "assistant" were a permanent fixture now, their intimacy a weapon used to remind me exactly where I stood. Or rather, where I didn't.“This is Lucien. He will be your new driver,” Maxine said, gesturing toward a man standing by the entrance.I stared at the stranger, then back at my husband. The cage was getting smaller. “Why do I need one?”“Because I need to have you under my watch at all times,” he said, his voice flat as he readjusted the collar of his black silk pajamas. He looked like a man in total control, even in his sleepwear.I felt a spark of rebellion flare up in my chest. “And you think I can’t do anything with Lucien, right?” I asked, stepping closer, trying to meet his gaze, to find some shr
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