(Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene. If you're not comfortable to read it kindly skip it and move to another chapter)

Kylie sat cross-legged on her bed, staring at her phone, unaware that she'd bitten through the skin on her lower lip. There was a sense of foreboding at the sight of the anonymous video shown in her email's inbox. After a moment, she gathered her courage and opened it up.

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Dora's bedroom appeared on the screen. At first, it was empty, but Dora quickly came into view. She was wearing pajamas, and it wasn't long before she climbed into bed. She looked like she was ready for sleep. As she made herself comfortable through, a tall figure suddenly entered the scene. His entire body could be seen, but his head was out of the frame.

The man leaned over Dora and kissed her on the back of her neck. As he did so, Kylie caught a look at his hair. It was cut short, like Ethan's. Until she knew for sure who the man was, though, she refused to believe that it was Ethan. That being said, she was holding the phone so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.

She wanted to turn away, but like a car crash, she could not.

After a few movements, the man began to take Dora's clothes off. As he did this, Dora's hands roamed his back, and she kissed his neck. Once her pants and panties were off, and her shirt was open, he began to kiss her neck, clavicle, breasts, and nipples.

As he kissed her, he played with her breasts, squeezing, pinching, and kneading them while he ran light circles around her areola. His hand found her cunt, and as he rubbed her clitoris, she began to moan. "I am yours," he gasped. "My body, soul, and cock; they all belong to you."

Hearing those words, Kylie began to cry. Those were Ethan's words, and that was Ethan's voice. As soon as she recognized the voice, she shut the video off. She had seen enough. The point had been made. She'd trusted Ethan, but he'd betrayed her!

Kylie couldn't make heads or tails of what she'd seen, though. She thought that she'd taken good care of his needs but, perhaps, he'd always loved Dora more, and she'd just been a substitute. Kylie dropped her phone to the floor and began to tug at her hair, one or two threads at a time. The pain was immediate, sharp, and distracting. When she was younger, she'd been a cutter. Through the process of healing, she'd become a puller, and then she'd no longer had any need to self-harm.

The need was upon her once again, though, and it shamed her. By the time she'd pulled out a good patch of hair from the back of her head, she was bawling. Her tears were like a flood of water bursting from a dike. The torrent was so strong that she could barely see.

Suddenly Kylie realized that everything in her life was a charade. Ethan had never belonged to her. He had always cared about Dora more. His future was with Dora, not her. The life that she'd assumed would be hers had only been wishful thinking. The more she thought about it though, the more she saw the warning signals that she'd missed.

For one, Ethan had spent an unexplainable amount of time with Dora. She felt stupid, and it made her angry to think that she had been taken for a fool – and proven to be a fool!

Kylie jumped out of bed and pulled down a suitcase from the top of the wardrobe. As she looked at everything that she wore through, and she realized that none of it belonged to her. Her entire wardrobe belonged to Ethan. Kylie sighed, dressed, grabbed her phone, and headed out the bedroom door. Just as she reached the hallway, she remembered the necklace that was around her neck. Ethan had said that it was a symbol of his love for her and that she would die if she took it off.

Kylie snorted as she recalled his words. Without thought, she ripped it off of her neck and threw it on the bed. Surely, when he saw it, he would get the message she was sending.

On her way out, she sat down with Lucy and gave her a large sum of money. During the time that they'd known each other, Kylie had come to see Lucy as a mother figure. She hugged Lucy and said, "Work is getting so busy that I won't be able to come home at night. I may not be back for a long time. Please take the money as a bonus for all that you've done for me."

At first, Lucy refused the money. She said, "I am a simple woman. I have no use for such a large sum."

"You will take it!" Kylie commanded. "If not as a bonus for helping me, then take it as an advance payment for taking Pupu. Where I am going, she cannot go."

Lucy had no choice but to put the bills in her apron pocket, so that is what she did.

With tears in her eyes, Lucy said, "You can rest assured that I will take good care of Pupu and, when you return, we will be here, anxiously waiting."

***

By the time Kylie stepped out of the front door, Dinah was waiting for her. She was a good friend. When Kylie called and said she needed help, she didn't ask questions, she simply came.

Kylie wiped the tears from her eyes but, when she got in the car, Dinah could tell immediately that she was hurting. She asked Kylie if she was okay. Kylie said that she wasn't, but that she didn't want to talk about it – at least not yet – and Dinah respected her request.

As the car pulled away, Dinah looked at Kylie and said, "I went to Faith's house earlier, and you will never guess who is staying in her guest room!"

Dinah seemed excited to be able to tell her something that she didn't already know, so she played along. "Who?" she wondered.

Dinah's eyes went wide, and she said, "Ken White is staying in Faith's guest room. Can you believe that? I wouldn't have, except that I saw it with my own two eyes. I can't believe that, after he'd treated her so badly, she welcomed him into her home. She must have some reason that I am not privy to!"

"Perhaps it wasn't Ken," Kylie suggested. "Perhaps it was someone that looked like Ken…"

"How could that be possible?" Dinah laughed. "Ken opened the door for me. He was wearing big pink pajama trousers, which made me very happy. As you know, he is very well built. I get wet just thinking about it!"

Kylie's eyes rolled. "If you say it was him, then I believe you," Kylie replied, "but it doesn't explain what he was doing there, at the hospital earlier that day, or if he is somehow linked to Khloe's death…"

"Did you ask Lord Ethan for advice?" Dinah wondered. She knew all about Ken and Kylie's past, and how it had always been a thorn in Ethan's side. Thus, it was reasonable to believe that, were Kylie to help Ken, Ethan wouldn't be happy – but Kylie didn't care about what Ethan's thought; not now at least.

"I didn't, and I won't!" Kylie replied sternly.