The word "home" pierced Joey's heart like a thorn. She once wholeheartedly considered Frederic's house her home, personally selecting each decoration to adorn the entire place.
Her presence warmed up the once cold and desolate island of solitude.
Every day after work, she would visit the wet market to pick some fresh ingredients. And every evening, she would cook Frederic's favorite dishes with care.
Waiting for him to get off work and dine with him were her most cherished moments.
Even if marriage wasn't in Frederic's plans, Joey thought their current arrangement was enough.
Yet, she hadn't realized she was alone in her blissful ignorance; Frederic had never fallen for her.
To him, she was merely a s*x partner, an outlet for his desires.
Thinking of this, Joey smiled mockingly, "T
