The guilt didn’t disappear.

It lingered like a shadow in the corner of every room, watching me while Daddy fucked me, while I cooked for him naked except for the collar, while I knelt under his desk with his cock in my mouth during conference calls.

I tried to push it down. I really did.

But three days after our emotional conversation, it finally spilled over.

I was in the kitchen preparing Daddy’s favorite meal when I heard him on the phone in his office. The door was slightly open. His voice was low, but I caught fragments.

“…yes, I ended things with Sophia… No, it’s complicated… She’s very special...