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Chapter 114
We go to bed in our usual way, me lying to one side of her, Michael to the other, but she won’t speak. And as the corrosive rage that took me dies away, I grow uneasy, the awareness of my sin creeping over me. The fury which bloomed in me, hot and toxic, withers, to be replaced by a chill recognition that she did nothing. The entire situation was a fantasy resulting from a snake of my own jealousy. First Michael fell prey to it and now me. She"s done nothing. I never even tried to deny her other men. Why would she not react to someone like Haswell? My sleep is broken. Images flash by: Charlotte crying and screaming, betrayal on her face, fear in her eyes as she looks at me, racked with sobbing as she collapses onto the bed. I wake, reaching for her, wanting to chase away the demons, wan
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