Chapter20
I didn’t care how much cash 1 grabbed, just that I got out of there, away from the driver’s curious gaze. I thrust a handful of bills at him.
“Keep the clampe,” I mattered, not caring if it was too much or too little, just needing to escape. And then I was running, sprinting towards the resort’s entrance, my feet pounding the pavement in a frantic bid for refuge, as if the building itself could shield me.
I sprinted with every last ounce of strength I possessed, my legs pampling furiously as I devoured the distance to the resort’s entrance. But my body betreed me, my trembling legs buckling beneath me like hays in a hurricane
Terashed to the stairs, my knees striking the cold, unforgiving marble with a sickening thod. The physical pain was a dull ache, instantly numbed by the overwhelming emotional and mental agony that threatened to consume me whole.
Isggled to my fert, using the banister to hand myself up, my hands shaking. And still, I forced myself to run, to drag myself up the stairs, my legs Inactive, my lungs burning. Each step was a battle, a war against my own brokenness, but I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, until I reached my destination.
“Keith Roman’s voice was like a slap in the face, startling me out of my stupor as I turned to face him. His eyes widened in shock, scanning me from head to toe, before transforming into a deadly, diapusind glue.
He marched towards me with a fierce determination, his long strides eating up the distance. Then, he was in my face, pinning me to the wall with a hand on me chest, his fingers digging deep into my side like talons
“What the fuck have you done?” he growled, his voice low and menacing, his breaths hot on my face. His list clenched, ready to strike, but he hesitated, his arm trembling with restraint. Just as suddenly, Byron appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Roman’s arm and pulling him off me
oman’s eyes never left mine, blazing with a fierce, unrelenting anger, as Byron dragged him back, his voice calm.
“Rome, easy,” But Roman’s expression told me I was already doomed, that my fate was sealed, and that I’d have to face the consequences of my actions
“Easy? HE CHEATED ON KARISSA!” Roman’s roared, a deafening scream that shook me. His face was purple with rage, eyes bulging from their sockets.
He thrashed against Byron’s grip, bellowing out his accusation.
Karissa’s bridesmaids closed in, their eyes throwing daggers at me, their faces twisted in disgust and betrayal. They formed a semi–circle around me, their stares accusing, as if trying to crush me with their collective contempt.
Roman’s furious voice still echoed in the air, “HE CHEATED ON KARISSA!” as they stood in silent condemnation, their presence was a challenge to deny
my sins
“You’re a spineless, spineless coward, Keith! A pathetic excuse for a man!” The words cut through the air like a whip, lashing me with their venom. The voice was laced with disgust and contempt, the tone dripping with disdain. I felt the sting of each syllable, the stab of their judgment crushing me
beneath its beel
I couldn’t meet their gaze, my eyes Idtering under the intensity of their scom. These were the women who pushed about being jealous of my Doll for having a fiancee like Me.
“If I were Karissa. I’d set your house on flames, blow your precious car, drain your bank account dry, and castrate you for daring to sticking your manhood into some cheap dancer’s skanky depths!” Ophelia’s voice was a raging infero, her words spewing forth like molten lava as she lunged at me with a wrath that made my blood run cold.
Her fist was cocked, ready to strike, her eyes blazing with a fury that seemed to scorch the air around us. Byron’s grip was the only thing that saved me from her wrath, as he yanked her back just inches from my face, her hot breath whispering threats that made my skin crawl.
I stumbled backward, my legs crumbling beneath me like a house of cards in a hurricane, as I crashed into the wall with a thud. The truth was earth shattering, smashing into my gut with a unfathomable force
Karissa knows..oh God, she knows. The words echoed in my mind over and again, tolling the end of my world as I knew it. She was there, she saw me, she witnessed my betrayal with her own eyes, my naked body, my shame, my deceit, etchied into her memory like a branding iron.
The marks on my skin, the evidence of my infidelity, were seared into her brain, a constant reminder of my treachery. I felt my world imploding, the strain of her knowledge crumbles me, as I shid down the wall, unable to stand
As I stood there, frozen in the, the constant sickening sensations intensified. My stomach churned with a ferocity that rivalled the most turbulent of seas, as if the very fabric of my being was rebelling against the monstrous secrets I had harbored. I clutched may abdomen, my groans escalating into anguished cries as the pain worsened, each wave of nausea crashing down upon me like a malevolent entity.
Byron rushed to my side, his face etched with concern, as I doubled over, my body convulsing in a spasm of agony. The contents of my stomach erupted forth in a soul–wrenching forment, splattering the stairs with the bitter evidence of my guilt.
The painful surge of muscles left me gasping for air, my vision blurring into evidence of exhaustion and despair, as if the very foundations of my world were enabling beneath m
In that moment, I was lost, adrift in a sea of self–loathing, the consequences of my actions finally catching up with me like a remorseless specter, come
to pract its terrible foll
