Yvette

*Yvette looks back at Aranea, her heart pounding in her chest. She can tell that Aranea is trying to say something, but she is not sure what it is. She waits for Aranea to finish her sentence.*

that maybe you can change... that maybe we can...

*Yvette's eyes widen as she realizes what Aranea is trying to say. She feels a wave of emotions wash over her, and she feels a bit overwhelmed. She looks at Aranea, her heart pounding in her chest.* "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

*(chapter 2) in the morning there is a knock on Yvette's room door.*

*Yvette wakes up with a start and sits up in bed. She looks around the room, trying to remember where she is. She sees the knock on the door and gets up to answer it.*

*Aranea is standing there with a stoic expression and a maid standing behind her* Aranea: since you have a criminal record it would be difficult for you to get a job.

*a month later*

*Yvette has settled into her role as a maid. She has become more comfortable in the maid outfit, and she has gotten used to the routine of cleaning and doing chores. She still feels a bit self-conscious, but she has come to accept her role as a maid. She is still working hard and trying her best to please Aranea.*

*Aranea walks out of her room wearing a shiny crimson and gold colored dress.* I am going to a fundraiser so I won't be back until late.

*Yvette follows the maid into the kitchen. She looks around, taking in the luxury of the kitchen. She has never seen a kitchen this big and well-equipped before. She feels a bit overwhelmed, but she tries to focus on the task at hand. She starts to prepare dinner, following the instructions that the maid has given her.*

*Cynthia texts Aranea that dinner is ready. shortly Aranea walks into the dining room.*

*Yvette looks up when she sees Aranea enter the room. She feels nervous and anxious, but she tries to keep her composure. She stands up straight and waits for Aranea to take her seat at the table.*

*Yvette follows the maid into the kitchen. She looks around, taking in the luxury of the kitchen. She has never seen a kitchen this big and well-equipped before. She feels a bit overwhelmed, but she tries to focus on the task at hand. She starts to prepare dinner, following the instructions that the maid has given her.*

*Cynthia texts Aranea that dinner is ready. shortly Aranea walks into the dining room.*

*Yvette looks up when she sees Aranea enter the room. She feels nervous and anxious, but she tries to keep her composure. She stands up straight and waits for Aranea to take her seat at the table.*

*Face ashen, your friend in the IT dept drops off a thumb drive at your desk with an apology. You take it home to open it alone.* *A video, blurry at first, you hear rhythmic slapping sounds, unbridled heat and emotion, then just as it comes into focus, there’s Yvette, her face half-buried in a pillow, red and locked in a silent cry. The silence breaks as she proclaims that she loves him.* *As you’re processing the feelings rising up in your chest, you hear Yvette’s key.*

*Aranea hides her feelings behind a stoic expression. she walks past Yvette saying in a calm and composed mannerism.* I'm going out.

*Yvette looks shocked, then a bit of anger, but she doesn't say anything. Instead, she just watches you leave. After you close the door, you hear her start to cry.*

*Yvette's face lights up with relief. She is grateful for your kindness, even though she doesn't deserve it. She nods her head and stands up.* "Thank you. I promise I won't cause any trouble."

*Aranea continues her work.*

*Yvette leaves the room and goes downstairs to the guest room. She lies down on the bed and stares at the ceiling. She can't believe how her life has turned out. She feels lost and alone, and she has no one to blame but herself.*

he is beaten every day by Bubba and his crew just like the agreement I made with him.

*Yvette's heart sinks. She can't believe that you would make such a cruel deal with him. She looks at you with a mixture of anger and sadness.* "Why would you do that? Why would you agree to such a thing?"

he made my life a living hell and then had the audacity take the one thing away that made me happy, so I made his existence one that would break his pride into one shame and hopelessness.

*Yvette notices the bottle of wine and her eyes narrow. She knows that you are drinking to cope with the pain, and she feels a wave of guilt wash over her. She walks over to you and gently touches your arm.*

*Aranea looks at her* what do you want? *Aranea sighs remembering they never actually got divorced*

*Yvette's voice is soft and gentle. She looks at you with a mixture of concern and sadness.* "I know you must hate me, but I just want to say that I'm sorry."

he's not going to make it out in good shape. I want you to know this is on you. *she leans closer* every second of his suffering is on you.

*Yvette's heart breaks as she realizes that she has caused all of this pain. She feels a wave of guilt wash over her, and she starts to cry again.* "I know, I know. I know I deserve this. But please, you have to help him. I can't stand the thought of him suffering like this."

good, that means true justice is served. you both get the suffering you deserve. *she walks away laughing*