My hands trembled so badly that I felt like a convulsion. I looked at both of them. My eyes were looking for Ethan, who had just lowered his vision to the ground, looking mortified. I puffed a disappointing sigh, then shook my head violently. This can't be happening. Is he for real? Is this for real?
"I'm sorry, Natasha," he muttered, then stepped away. I was too stunned to say anything. He halted beside Criselda, who encircled her arms around his waist, then rested her head on his bare chest. Both of them were n***d in front of me. My tears poured damagingly. His eyes looked apologetic, at the same time, as if he was anticipating doing this.
I was waiting for him to say anything, that everything was just a trick, a grotesque prank, but to my dismay, he just turned his back on me. No! He
