My breath nearly stopped. I scrambled to the ground, desperately picking up my dignity and shattered pride, shoving them into my sleeve as if that could make them disappear.
Tears poured uncontrollably from my eyes.
Keon had only married me because of his parent’s wishes. For years, he barely even touched me.
I thought he had finally warmed up to me. So even though I knew there was something in the drink that night, I still obediently swallowed it, letting my reason slip away bit by bit.
For the chance to have a child, for the hope of pleasing him, I had thrown away all my pride during those three days, giving in to him, responding to him, doing everything to make him happy. I didn’t even know when they switched people or when those photos were taken.
All of this happened just because of a single sentence from Kizzie, their beloved childhood sweetheart.
I ran out of the office as if my life depended on it. My clothes were perfectly in place, covering me from head to toe, yet I felt like every pair of eyes on the street was seeing me as I was in those photos bare, exposed, utterly humiliated.
The overwhelming shame pressed down on me, suffocating.