“You were supposed to be my damn retirement plan,” he growls. “Now your Omega p***y’s worth even less than the s**t on my boots.”
Tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of him. He jerks my head back harder until my neck screams in pain.
“You threw it away,” he hisses. “All because you couldn’t keep your legs shut at a damn party.” I bite my lip so hard I taste blood, blinking fast.
Frank shoves me back against the wall roughly, my head banging the cheap drywall hard enough to make my vision blur.
“You better pray,” he says, voice low and cold, “that no one else finds out just how worthless you really are.”
He releases me with a shove and storms out, slamming the door so hard the whole frame shakes. I slide down the wall, crumpling onto the floor.
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