Weeks later, the truth began to unravel.
One quiet evening, they found themselves alone in the dining room.
He broke the silence first.
“You hate me for what I asked of you.”
“I hate myself more,” she whispered. “I’ll never forgive either of us for that night.”
Alexander’s voice dropped, rough around the edges.
“Do you think I did it for pleasure? You think I’m that cruel?”
“Then why?” she demanded.
