Chapter 2

Then, she shot me a rather defiant look.

"You're truly despicable."

"To get rid of Glenn, you actually came up with such a vile trick."

With that, she pushed Glenn into the master bedroom.

That used to be Austin's and my room, but Glenn claimed he had "claustrophobia."

So, Austin, again without consulting me, gave up the room, and even put a small bed next to our king-sized one.

She set a rule: "Monday to Saturday, she would care for Glenn in the master bedroom, and on Sunday, she would spend time with me in the secondary bedroom."

I tried talking, I tried complaining, I even argued.

But every time, Austin would say one thing and do another.

That evening, after settling Charlotte, I went to my study. Late into the night, I heard Austin's scream.

"Jackson, you pervert! You psycho!"

Immediately after, Austin stormed into the study, furious.

She was wearing a sexy lace nightgown, black stockings, full makeup, and perfume.

It suddenly hit me—today was Sunday!

"Jackson, you actually gave our bedroom to that unknown woman."

Austin's brows were tightly furrowed.

"Charlotte is so pathetic. How could you make her sleep on the floor or in the study?"

I didn't turn my head, my eyes still fixed on the computer screen.

These were Austin's own words, once upon a time.

Austin froze for a few seconds, then sighed, rushing over to sit on my lap.

"Jackson, please stop being difficult, okay? Just send that homeless woman away. Once Glenn is a bit better, I'll send him away, alright?"

Send him away? Austin had said things like that many times.

But she'd always drop it afterward, completely a tactic to placate me.

Seeing I wasn't speaking, Austin draped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear.

"Just say yes, okay?"

"Today's Sunday, our special day. Let's not let outsiders spoil our mood."

All this time, I had liked Austin both physically and emotionally.

So, she only needed to flirt a little, and I'd instantly be hooked.

But after over half a year of torment, now my heart didn't stir at all. Instead, I felt a sense of disgust.

Before I could refuse, Glenn's pained groans echoed.

"Austin, please help me…"

The next second, Austin abruptly pushed me away, sprang up, and rushed out of the study.

"Glenn, if you need to go to the restroom, just tell me. See? You fell all by yourself."

Her voice was loud, her tone anxious and full of concern.

I remembered last month, I slipped coming out of the shower, fell, and cut my knee, bleeding profusely.

I called Austin several times, but she didn't answer.

Later, she even said sarcastically, "You're a grown man, and you trip just walking? How embarrassing is that?"

Glenn deliberately fanned the flames, saying, "Jackson, I won't steal Austin from you. We're just good friends."

"So, you don't need to intentionally hurt yourself just to compete with me."

Hearing that, Austin immediately turned and called me childish and sick.

At that moment, my heart shattered. I didn't sleep all night.

A while later, Austin texted me: "Glenn just fell. I'm worried about him, so I'll stay with him tonight."

Similar situations had occurred more than once.

Every weekend, Glenn would always feel unwell in one way or another, holding onto Austin and not letting her leave. And Austin would always agree.