The Divorce Prescription

Celine tried to sit up, but Adam pressed down on her, reaching out to tear at her collar.

With a sharp sound, the fabric split open. A chill ran across her exposed shoulder, and she gasped in shock.

At that moment, Adam buried his face in her neck, kissing her. "Why is it okay for Perry, but not for me? Celine, why are you doing this to me?"

That was the question she should be asking him. Why was he doing this to her? He could be with Carly, but she wasn't allowed to be with Perry? What kind of logic was that?

What gave him the right to stand by Carly's side while barging into her home and assaulting her? What did he take her for?

Celine struggled with all her strength. "Adam, let me go! Don't touch me! Let go of me!"

Adam continued tearing at her clothes while unbuckling the belt around his lean, muscular waist. "Celine, I want to have sex with you! Don't you want to save Perry? You can make things easier for him. Just sleep with me!"

Adam forced her legs apart.

Celine's eyes reddened. She felt terrible, and her stomach hurt so much.

"Adam, my stomach hurts. You're hurting me! Adam, don't make me regret ever loving you!"

made his entire body freeze, and his frenzied

gaze to look at the woman beneath him. Celine was crying —her small, delicate face was streaked with glistening

she looked as fragile as a flower beaten down

now, his sanity was slowly returning. When had he fallen so low

something, but his voice was hoarse, and he didn't know what

gently wipe away the

hand

he slowly let go of Celine and stood up. He turned around and

like that, Adam

apartment door closing, her tightly wound

her chest. She

herself

She would never love

small

now was your father. Let's

keep