CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
DANE’S POV
My fingers trembled as I pondered whether to dial Chanel’s number or not. It was more out of the scary thought of her already knowing the truth more about me and Cynthia. How could one simple yet every stupid decision be my downfall?
“No, I can’t give up now. If I show her I’m remorseful, she would eventually forgive me,” I mumbled under my breath, still pacing in Clint’s living room.
I couldn’t go home just yet, not when the guilt was still this haunting. What have I done? f**k! If this wasn’t the definition of stupidity, then I had no idea what was. Chanel was the one thing going great in my life and now I had tainted our marriage with such a grave, definitely unforgivable sin.
What if she never forgives me? What if she hates me forever?
I paled up
