#Chapter40

Aphrodite

I don’t go back to our room after walking in on Ares and that fucking wedding planner. Instead, I go to the last place he would look for me--the dungeon.

Swiping at a stray tear, I make my way directly in front of the sewer tank I almost died in.

I hate him. He put me in that thing for a whole day. I don’t care if he fucks other women.

I close my eyes and remember what it felt like for the skin of the lower half of my body to literally begin sliding off the bone.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

Then...