George's POV

"What do you mean? You're home."

"I know. But this isn't the kind of home I wanted to go home to. I wanted to go back to my place before Yul claimed me back as his wife."

"Stace..."

"That's right, Kate, call me Stacey. That's my name, I wouldn't be able to feel the pain— I mean, it would lessen the pain if I knew that I'm a whore before."

Harry pulled my arm and wrapped it around his waist.

He's now resting his chin on my shoulder, finally conquering my entire body as if I'm some kind of a ball.

"What's this commotion?"

It was Yul.

Damn....