Zara’s POV
Right now, the single embrace from David is nowhere near enough, but he's already see the truth, turning on his heel to leave.
My mind races, spinning in a desperate panic. Simple explanations are useless against his rage. I have to keep him here. I have to find more proof…
“Why won’t you believe me, my love? I’m telling the truth!” I cry out, my voice thick with hurt. “If I had only called you instead of asking to meet, would you have believed me then? You’d probably think I was just playing some cruel game with you!”
“And… and more importantly, Maxwell is nothing compared to you in bed!”
At that last sentence, David freezes. He whips around to face me, pure shock etched on his face.
I press on, letting the anguish show in my eyes. “Do you know why Maxwell is so sadistic?
