'It took a long time to think before uploading this, knowing that Iris is famous for her kindness. If I hadn't experienced it myself, I might not have believed it either. But that's how it is. I'm neither a fan nor a hater; I just know who she is now, and I hope all of you think carefully before praising her.'Zoe read her post once again. After ensuring it was free of typos, she uploaded it along with the audio recording. She still used the same fansite as yesterday when she sent the video of Iris, but with a different email and account. She created a new account and would erase any traces, just like yesterday.And like yesterday, Zoe only had to wait less than 2 minutes before her thread received a response. Iris's fanbase was always active.'OMG! What is this? Are you kidding me?!'Of course, the first reaction was disbelief, but it represented progress as she no longer faced curses. Initially, when Zoe posted something, people insulted her for suggesting something seemingly imposs
"Are you kidding? Like... Oh, Shit! Are you serious?" Clay certainly remembered how Wolf had once discussed slaves with him.Clay then rubbed his face. "I think you're crazy! You shouldn't have accepted that offer just like that!" Clay is scolding him again."Why not? She's pretty enough, and her body is good. I like the way she holds...""No need to tell me the details! Do you think I want to hear?" Clay snapped, looking disgustedly at Wolf's hands, which vividly demonstrated how Zoe slept with him."I just want to say, look at her beyond just her body. She's desperate. Don't you realize that? She's surrendering her freedom; that's a huge gamble. There's something she wants, and whatever it is, it's significant."Wolf fell silent. He had never thought about Zoe's desires that deeply. He only knew about stalking. But was the habit of stalking worth exchanging for freedom? It seemed not to.Zoe's stalking might be extremely severe—evidenced by a restraining order against her—but becomi
[What are you listening to?] Zoe extended the question."Try listening." Wolf was sitting on the bed, wearing earphones. He now took them off, asking Zoe to hear what he was listening to.Zoe accepted and put the earphones in both of her ears. But this wasn't Zoe's intention. She asked out of curiosity. Zoe wanted to know what was happening with Iris. Assuming that Wolf might be listening to an apology video from Iris, like yesterday after she had problems with the photographer.Zoe expected the apology to come sooner, but Wolf was just listening to a song. But it turned out that Wolf was just listening to a song."Do you think this song is more suitable for a cheerful mood or a dark one?" Wolf asked, playing the song on his phone.Since then, he has been playing the song repeatedly to get the right mood with the lyrics. The song was still very raw. It only contained simple music—piano, without any additions, and vocals that were also part of the demo.Zoe closed her eyes, listening t
"No. I was just asking." Wolf didn't even look at Becca's chest and just took the document she had placed on the table.Wolf wasn't interested in other women's breasts. He only wanted one. But he wasn't sure if that would make Zoe comfortable or not. That's why Wolf hoped Zoe would be the one to tease him. But it seemed unlikely, given her attitude yesterday.And Wolf asked earlier out of curiosity. He wanted to know how long it had been since he spent a sleepless night with anyone—except Zoe.He wanted to test if he was faithful enough, as Clay claimed. As far as Wolf could remember, he only slept with one—or three—women since marrying Zoe. And that was because he was drunk. He attended a party invitation from his friend, got drunk, and it always ended up that way.It is not too clear how, but more or less, Wolf would sleep with anyone nearby when he was drunk. But when he sobered up, he only slept with Zoe."I'm still faithful, apparently," Wolf mumbled. Satisfied with his self-asses
"Are you not tired of always ordering the same thing at the coffee shop? There are many other things you can order, not just Americano," Sara said, while urging Zoe to stand up.It was time for them to go to the cafe again, as usual. Sara was just doing a physical check to see if Zoe was unwell, after which she invited her out.According to Sara, she preferred dealing with patients whose physical health was in excellent condition, even though the physical check might not be related to mental illness. So, she always conducted a physical check—at least measuring body temperature and heart rate—every time Zoe came.[I like Americano] Zoe wrote her response.Sara squeezed Zoe's response and threw it into the trash bin next to the table, rolling her eyes. "What's so good about that bitter drink?" Sara couldn't understand why Zoe liked it.Similarly, Zoe didn't understand how Sara could give her body so much sugar almost every day and still look normal."Come on, hurry up. They have a new m
Zoe's tears flowed uncontrollably. She continued to touch her mouth and throat, as if wanting to make sure that the sound came from her."Agh...Aghh!" Zoe tried again. But again, no words came out."AGHH!" Zoe screamed, but again, it was not words that came out. And, of course, the scream turned into a howl of tears afterward. She couldn't say anything anymore."Zoe... Zoe, please calm down first. Breathe. Calm down. Don't cry..." Sara approached and hugged Zoe. But Zoe continued to cry and groan in her effort to speak.The disappointment multiplied. Zoe didn't expect anything, but she had heard it earlier. Zoe wanted to speak again, but the voice from earlier seemed not to be hers."Yes... yes... I know. It hurts, right? It's okay; we'll try again later." Sara continued to gently persuade, but her eyes glared fiercely at Wolf, who was approaching Zoe. Sara chased Wolf with a glance towards the door, also pointing her finger without words. Sara couldn't allow Wolf to get close to Zoe
Sara screamed as loudly as possible. Wolf could hear it very clearly, even without putting the phone in his ear."Who?" Wolf sat up and listened."ZOE! She's gone! When I woke up, she was already gone!"Wolf opened his eyes, stood up—startled, but regretted it as his head still hadn't improved. He almost stumbled from the pain."What do you mean? Where is she?" Wolf asked."Yesterday, she stayed at my place! I brought her home because she wouldn't stop crying. She cried herself to sleep, but this morning she's gone. I wanted to wake her up, but she's gone!" Sara's voice was genuinely panicked."I'll find her," said Wolf. He didn't know how, but he promised to make Sara stop talking. Her screams made Wolf's headache worse."BUT DON'T MAKE HER CRY AGAIN! Because of your stupidity...""I made her talk!" Wolf defended himself."That's not talking! You pushed her to the brink of desperation! It was an uncontrollable emotion, and I'm afraid it will be even harder for her to talk after this.
Wolf moved to another place—one that had more sticky notes—in the studio next to his workspace. He touched each note on his desk, containing Zoe's more normal ramblings. She had asked him in detail about sound editing and some new vocal techniques he wasn't familiar with.They talked about many things, all grounded in reality. Wolf had forgotten some memories, but now they all came flooding back. Wolf's gaze fell on a slightly separate sticky note. Zoe had handed him that note in the recording room, and Wolf took it out to stick it somewhere else. Wolf placed it in a different location than the others.[Thank you].It was Zoe's first thank-you.Wolf took off the note, throwing himself onto the chair. He rubbed his face, recalling that moment. He had only offered her a drink and a cloth to wipe away her tears—something so simple. Yet Zoe expressed genuine gratitude with a smile, even though she was crying.It meant Zoe hadn't received much kindness in the past few years. She had suffer