Her mood swings

Aron POV

"We sent her book in your mail, Mr. Finge." On my phone, I received publisher texts. I looked through my mail right away and saw the manuscript I had been waiting for. I've finally learned Uncle Joe's secret.

I started to read the first chapter, and my mouth fell open. How could he do this to her? Even though I had never met him in person, I hated him right away. When he attempted to sate his lust with her body, she was just 7 years old. I now understand what the mark on her thigh is.

Although I always assumed she had a joyful upbringing, she shared my childhood struggles. I'm curious to learn about her traumatic past, as I never noticed any sadness on her face. I am glad that her parents reached his house on time; otherwise, he would have stolen her virginity before me. I'm not sure why, but knowing her secret made me feel like a sword was piercing my chest.

When she tried to tell her mother about Uncle Joe, how could she not listen? How could her father scold her when she tried to get free from Uncle Joe's hold? Now, I understand why she has a fear of rain. She would get panic attacks whenever she saw the rain.

I see now how much suffering I put her through when I tried to sate my lust with her.

Every time I force her to have sex with me, it will undoubtedly remind her of her Uncle Joe. I must apologize to her for my actions. Unintentionally, I hurt her so much.

I finished reading half of the book in four hours. It was getting late, and I had to go back home, even though I wanted to read the entire book in one sitting. I'd like to hang out with her more. It was her childhood tortures that drew me in more. Her thoughts occupied my mind on the drive back home.

I recalled her beaming expression when she saw the period kit. I felt a surge of delight as soon as I noticed her licking the chocolate. My junior wanted to feel the same intensity from her tongue as she did from the way she licked everything.

When I got home, I noticed her in the kitchen, cooking. I entered the kitchen and hugged her from behind. She froze, feeling a strong grip on her back.

"You scared me, Aaron." She turned and looked at me fearfully.

"Sara, I promise you, I will never leave you." I gave her a strong hug.

"What happened? Is everything okay?" She gave me a shoulder pat.

"What are you doing in the kitchen? You are in your periods, right?" I gave her a confused look. I was expecting her to rest on the bed, but I became confused when I saw her cooking in the kitchen.

"I was preparing chocolate pudding." She gave me a bite of chocolate pudding.

"It tastes really good." Seeing her beaming made me smile.

"Don't work too much right now; you need to relax." I took her out of the kitchen, holding her hand.

"Would you like anything, Mr. Figne?" When Rosy saw me seated in the hallway, she approached to seduce me.

"No,"I shook my head.

"Do you need coffee?"

What's her problem? Can't she see that I am busy with Sara? I forced my hand into a fist to calm my annoyance.

"Why did you call her Aron?" I noticed Sara's expression.

What's causing her sudden anger?

"I assumed you needed her." I gave her a calm response.

"I know you wanted her to arrive early because you missed her, so please don't lie to me." I don't understand what's causing her to cry suddenly.

"Why would I miss her?" I gave her a confused look. I'm having trouble figuring out her mood these days. She was so furious one minute, and then she began to cry. How to deal with her mood swings is beyond me. I've never dealt with these types of women.

"Sara, have you decided on your new story's plot?" To divert her attention, I asked her a question.

"Oh yes, would you like to listen to my new story plot?" Her tears vanished instantly, and she joyfully opened her laptop to show me her brand-new book cover.

I'm not sure why, but I had the impression that she had written this story specifically about us. I can't wait to read her new story and learn what she thinks of me. She told me about her novels, and I fell asleep. I moved her into the bedroom to get her to sleep in a comfortable position after noticing that her neck was dangling from the couch.

"Would you like to play with me, Mr. Finge?" I was about to take a hot water bag and place it on her belly when Rosy tried to stop me in my tracks once more in an attempt to entice me.

"No, I'm not interested in playing with you anymore." I have no idea why I am turning down her offer. I understand that I can't have sex with Sara, and my junior is eager for regular sex.

"I never saw you refuse to have sex, Mr. Finge." She took off her clothing to reveal her bare body to me.

I find it truly astounding that my junior does not get sensitive to her bare appearance.

"Good night." I requested that she cover her body as I took her garments off the floor. I was so reliant on taking those medications every night and needed a woman to satisfy my lust that my life was transformed when Sara entered the picture.

I went back to my room and curled her cozy body so she could sleep peacefully. Her serene face brought back memories of her early hardships. She wrapped her arms around my shoulder and rested her head on my chest.

All of a sudden, I thought about the money she demanded to sell her book. What did she do with that money? Perhaps she needed money to cover her mother's medical expenses. I called the hospital to ask about her mother's medical costs. They told me Sara had paid her hospital bills for the full six months in advance.

I'm not sure what she did with the cash. I wanted to ask her about what she did with that money, but then I realized that I was not allowed to ask her direct questions about the book. I know she's doing everything in her power to conceal her secret from me, which is why, when I asked her to show me her Google Drive, she chose not to tell me about the book.

To find out what Sara did with her $10,000, I ordered my detective to email me her bank statement.