"So now you're blaming me for betraying you? What about you? Have you ever stopped to think about what you did wrong?"
"When I was lonely and couldn't take it anymore, where were you? When I was scared, where were you?"
Valerie had always been good at twisting things in her favor. She was the one who'd done wrong, yet she always found a way to come out clean.
Not this time. This time, there was no way out.
My eyes were bloodshot, the kind of red that only came from a rage beyond reason.
"So this is what you were wearing when you crawled into Morris's bed to please him, huh?"
When I was drunk earlier, when I watched the surveillance footage, she'd been wearing that same sheer dress to satisfy herself and entertain Morris.
I dug my nails so deep into my palms that they broke the skin. Valerie didn't even flinch at my anger.
"Oh, so that's what you're jealous about!"
"Fine then. Come on!"
She sprawled across the couch without a shred of shame, spread her legs, and put on an expression like she was waiting to be taken.
I felt a humiliation unlike anything I'd ever known. Before I could even react, she snapped at me impatiently.
"Well? Come on! I'm giving it to you right now. Hurry up."