Sprawled on the queen size bed motionless, Hazel had her violet eyes closed and her mind was in frenzy, filled with joyful and melancholic memories of her stay in the residence as Ethan's wife.
The cold satin bed seemed to penetrate her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. It was hot during summer, but she felt chills run through her spine when more and more melancholic memories surfaced after being buried in the deepest corner of her heart.
She thought it had disappeared with the pains and losses she had incurred in the past, but it turned out they were just hibernating, waiting for the moment when it would be triggered to surface once again.
On this same bed and four wall room, she had wept, licked her wounds and agonized to Ivy's pleasure. On this same bed she had even thought
