Chapter 475

Marriage and divorce had become commonplace; a divorce wasn't a big deal, as long as it achieved a goal.

Annie texted Steven a picture of a home interior, showcasing a cozy, family-oriented design. The text read: "If we ever have a place together, I hope it looks like this."

Steven may have been busy, as he didn't respond immediately. Annie put down her phone and walked to the window, gazing at the view.

Living in an upscale apartment, she enjoyed a spectacular view of the distant river. She had bought the apartment, hoping she and Joe could share it, sipping red wine and admiring the scenery. It was incredibly romantic, especially at sunset. Unfortunately, that might never happen—unless Joe tired of Skylar.

Yesterday, she spoke with Rowan, who told her that Joe was serious about Skylar; he'd never treated any woman as he treated Skylar.

Annie took a deep breath, trying to calm her jealousy. She also thought about seeing Skylar at the Yancey Residence; Skylar had been more composed than she'd imagined.

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Even now, Skylar remained passive despite their past conflicts. Annie expected her to act, to do something to stop Annie from being with Steven. Annie had pondered for days, "Skylar, what are you thinking?" but found no answer.

Regardless of Skylar's thoughts, it wouldn't change Annie's decision; she was determined to marry Steven as soon as possible.

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Two days later, Skylar woke up sore. She couldn't explain Joe's behavior the previous night; he'd been much rougher than usual. As she tried to get up, a hand tightened on her waist, holding her firmly.

"Do you really think we're just cohabiting?" Joe's voice was deep, cold, and menacing.

Still half-asleep, Skylar took a moment to process his words. She remembered their conversation during the previous night's dinner. One of them had raised the topic of their relationship dynamics, and she had candidly shared her thoughts.

She had been drinking that night. Joe had brought home a bottle of red wine, and wary of her low tolerance, she'd paced herself. Yet, her honesty had overtaken her inhibitions. But what she said was the truth! She had said, "Isn't that what we are?"

Joe stared intensely, his lips pressed together. Then, he suddenly leaned in and kissed her hard—it felt like a punishment. He didn't let go for several minutes; Skylar was too shocked to move. Joe was acting very strangely.

"Do you really think cohabitants have sex almost every night?" Joe's voice was hoarse, commanding, and dripping with controlled desire.