The color drained from William's face. He took several ragged breaths before he could steady his voice enough to speak. "Even for the sake of the Sanchez fortune, you won't keep up the act anymore? You used to be so good at pretending."
"Good enough to trick me into running away with you. Or is it that ten years without a child made you realize you'd never get your hands on the family's money?"
He loosened his tie as he spoke, pulling it free. Each step he took toward me radiated a suffocating pressure.
He pushed me down onto the couch, pinning both my wrists above my head with one hand. The other gripped my chin, and his mouth crushed against mine, rough and furious. "Then I'll give you a child right now."
We used to hold each other. Used to kiss. But the photographs from last night kept flashing through my mind. The office this morning.
Everything that had happened screamed the same truth at me: this man was filthy.
A wave of nausea hit me, worse than what I'd felt unclogging the toilet that morning. Every cell in my body revolted, screaming with disgust.
I shoved William off me with every ounce of strength I had, grabbed the armrest of the couch, and started to retch.