Chloe spoke until her voice caught in her throat.
Her ten fingers tightly clenched those high-definition photos, her heart filled with self-blame and torment.
Tears fell drop by drop, streaming uncontrollably.
It was all her fault, all because of her!
If only she hadn't provoked Alexander on their wedding night, none of this would have escalated to where it is today.
Even if she'd been drunk, even if she'd been unable to resist, it was still unquestionably her mistake.
She had absolutely no grounds to defend herself or justify her actions.
Especially each time, lying beneath Alexander, the uncontrollable, overwhelming impulse surged through her.
It felt like a knife, stabbing her heart over and over.
She was so filthy!
Truly filthy!
Why was it, when lying beneath Alexander, she became so wild?
Though all of it could be attributed to the effects of Flibanserin, Chloe had no idea, from beginning to end.
She blamed everything solely on herself.
