"Find it disgusting now? When you were feeding him, I didn't see you reluctant," Julian's momentum didn't wane, his words like pearls, "Stop playing the chaste maiden. When you were actively crawling into my bed, you were plenty cheap."
"I was cheap," she recalled with self-loathing, "But I'm not being cheap anymore, I'm sober. I'm not clinging to you anymore, yet you brought me here, forced me into your bed. It seems like the one acting cheap this time isn't me."
A deathly silence descended, Julian's anger barely contained, teetering on the brink.
Vanessa didn't stop there. A wisp of a smile graced her lips, but her eyes were filled with endless tears, "I have nothing left now. You want to hit me, scold me, I have no room to retaliate."
"Hit you, scold you?" These words sounded terrib
