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CHAPTER LXlX-70

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But Major Felkner did not come after me riding a bitch naked as he threatened. I worried that he might actually do such a deranged act, yet felt let down when he did not.

There was no point in deliberately avoiding home and hanging around in more public places. Everyone in these mountains should have seen with their own eyes just how vile and despicable he is.

The women involved with the Major remain silent about what kind of person he is, so people think he’s just a typical womanizer. The military must know what he is like, but perhaps they choose to ignore it.

However, if an officer were to perform such shocking acts in front of the citizens, the command would no longer be able to pretend they don’t see it. Maybe then, a leash would finally be put on that rabid dog.

But, fortunately or unfortunately, Major Felkner did not chase after me even when it was time for Johann to return from work. I tried to pretend I’d been home all afternoon but…

“I’m home.”

“My love, welcome back!”

“Did you sleep well, my love?”

“Of course! But what is this?”

I got caught by Johann wandering around because of the butter I had gotten from Mrs. Bauer’s.

“You should have been honest about where you were going. Imagine how shocked I would have been if I came home early and you weren’t there.”

“I’m sorry, yawn…”

“See? If you were tired, you should have slept at home. Keep wandering around without telling me, and you’ll be copying the Bible 50 times as punishment.”

“When would I get to sleep then?”

Now.

Johann’s nagging is as sweet as a lullaby. I fell asleep on the sofa waiting for Johann to cook dinner. I was woken up by the delicious taste of butter-fried potatoes.

It seems I slept quite deeply for a moment. My head felt like sobering up from a long intoxication after a night of rest. I hadn’t even dreamed.

‘Dream…’

But as soon as I thought about it, my mind fogged up again.

‘Has Johann really not forgotten Dana?’

The lustful memories I had managed to forget resurfaced in Johann’s embrace as I found peace. I immediately lost my appetite.

Until I fell asleep, I had barely touched my food despite claiming to be hungry.

“Rize?”

“Yes?”

“Are you in pain?”

“No.”

“You’ve been acting strange today…”

Johann looked at me with concern. His eyes were filled with curiosity about my unusual behavior.

‘I dreamt that you loved another woman, not me.’

I couldn’t say that. How foolish would that look?

‘But if I’m not confusing dreams with reality…’

If it wasn’t a dream, then I’d be a fool. A fool deceived by a husband who loved another woman, perhaps still does.