“Do you have another woman?” Margaret’s voice was trembling with a mix of anger and hurt.
Charles looked up at her question. “Another woman?” he repeated.
“Yes. Another woman. I know I was the only one who could satisfy you,” she replied. “The only one who could match your desires. You’re a monster when it comes to s*x. I know the real you, and I embrace it. Why are you doing this to me if there isn’t another woman in the picture?” Charles smirked as she continued. “Perhaps Elara.”
His eyes burned with rage. He slammed his fist on the desk, his deadly stare fixed on her. Margaret was shocked by his reaction. She stepped back, unable to contain her fear. The rage in his eyes made her wonder what she had done wrong. What had she said to deserve this?
Charles approached her, grabbing her
