Chapter 7
After Peter rejected her calls three times in a row, Josephine finally lost
her patience.
She sent him a text.
Sure enough, less than two minutes later, he called back.
But his voice on the other end was laced with exhaustion..
“Camila’s sick. I need to be with her.
“We’ll talk about the last request in a few days.”
He was about to hang up when Josephine shouted, “No!”
The moment the word left her mouth, Peter gave a cold laugh.
“It’s just two days. It’s not like I’m breaking the deal. Josephine, enough is enough!”
Josephine’s nose stung, and she swallowed the lump in her throat.
Trying to sound breezy even though her body felt like it was being ripped. apart, she forced a laugh.
“Peter, there’s only one thing left. Once you do it, you’ll be free. Or are you having second thoughts? Still want to be stuck in this marriage with me? That’s fine, I don’t mind.”
Peter had always been easy to provoke when it came to that kind of talk.
And just like she expected, it worked. After hanging up, Josephine sat there laughing, phone in hand.
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She laughed so hard that tears streamed down her face, slipping into her mouth. The bitterness tasted like knives slicing through her heart.
She was terrified that Peter would notice something was off, and even more afraid he’d laugh at her again right before she died..
So before he arrived, Josephine had Tania do her makeup.
It was only a five–minute walk downstairs, but it took Josephine nearly 20 minutes to reach him.
“So slow. It’s the last thing already. Spit it out.”
He looked visibly annoyed, but Josephine wasn’t fazed in the slightest.
She climbed into the passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt, and only then turned to look at him.
“It’s simple. Make my lunch.”
Peter stared at her as if she were crazy. “Just lunch?”
Josephine nodded.
“Just one lunch.”
Peter gave her a long, suspicious look.
The first four requests had been her constantly nitpicking and making things difficult.
For the last one, he had assumed she would ask for something impossible, like plucking the moon from the sky.
But instead, all she wanted was lunch.
He glanced at the time, picked up his phone, and sent several messages.
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A moment later, he started the car and drove to the supermarket.
This was the first time Josephine had ever gone grocery shopping with
Peter.
The first time they ever did anything that remotely resembled what ordinary couples did.
Peter pushed the shopping cart while Josephine stood beside him, pointing out what to buy.
At the checkout, Josephine stood right by his side.
A child suddenly came running by, almost crashing into her.
Peter instinctively pulled her behind him, shielding her with his body.
And in that moment, his hand gripped hers tightly.
Josephine lowered her gaze, looking at their interlocked hands, and her eyes welled up again.
This was only the second time Peter had ever held her hand willingly.
But before she could even feel the warmth of his palm, he let go.
Back at their home, Josephine followed him inside.
This place held a few memories for them.
Peter had only married her because he was forced to, and had spent every day since finding ways to rebel against the arrangement.
His ninety–nine affairs were just the tip of the iceberg.
After changing his shoes, Peter walked straight into the kitchen.
The breath Josephine had been forcing herself to hold finally escaped, and
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she sank to the floor.
By the time he returned, she was wearing her usual mask again, looking calm and composed as she eyed the food he had made.
She hadn’t even known Peter could cook.
The man who had always been arrogant and untouchable had learned to cook for a woman.
He must really love Camila.
“So many dishes? You think the two of us can eat all this?”
Josephine frowned slightly as he kept bringing out plate after plate.
With her current condition, she couldn’t possibly eat that much.
A few bites too many, and the truth would show.
Peter set down the last plate, his expression unreadable.
“Who said it’s just the two of us?”
