Chapter 30

"Your idea of love is helping your best friend by spending five years masquerading as him—even going as far as taking his wife to bed, huh?" Sunny countered softly, though her words were calculated to devastate. "Your version of 'love' is to watch her be drugged, humiliated, and treated like a toy, only to participate with gusto—and even take pleasure in it?" Mason froze, blindsided by the shock. He stood there paralyzed, his face turning white as a sheet. Sunny, without sparing Mason another glance, lowered her gaze, took out a small, unlabeled pillbox from her handbag, and tossed it carelessly at Mason's feet, causing it to land near his feet with a dull, faint thud. lowered her gaze, took a small, unmarked medicine She then stated in a detached tone, as though describing something utterly trivial, "It's for sex addiction. It strikes me as something you require." Mason dropped his gaze to the small pillbox at his feet. He felt a bone-chilling cold, as if he had been stripped na