VERONICA
I stormed into my room and closed the door, leaning against it to catch my breath. My pulse raced, and my legs trembled, causing me to almost lose my balance.
I suppressed a rising feeling of anxiety as the recent encounter replayed in my mind—had it not been for Blake's timely intervention, the consequences would have been—No, no, no!
I covered my mouth, realizing the gravity of the situation.
Stupid woman! I scolded myself.
How could I lose myself in front of him? The man who hurt me, pushed me to the edge and forced me to leave my own son.— How could I be so shameless as to fall into his web? How could I react so pathetically in front of him?
Wasn't he murmuring her name in his unconscious state only? How could he behave that way?
I pulled my hair in frus
