“I’m sorry, Westley,” Clyve muttered.
“I regretted doing it behind his back because I knew he wouldn’t allow me to do such thing like that. He was still my husband, and I was scared that it would come to this, but I never regretted doing it for him. What I only regretted was falling for my needs instead of taking care of him.” At the corner of my eye, Clyve went rigid and dropped his gaze.
“Just hate me, Austen. I deserve it, and I don’t give a damn! Anyway, I already lost him completely.” With all my strength left, I grabbed my purse and walked past them.
“Westley!”
“Leave me alone! You also judged me, Linton. I saw the look in your eyes when you recognized me back at the cabin.”
“That's not true, Westley.”
“Just f**k off! I don’t need all of you.”
* * *
BEFORE I COULD hail a cab,
