Chapter 11

As Wayne watched, his heart felt like it had been slashed by a knife. She had never resisted or been so afraid of getting intimate with him, except for the very beginning.

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The longer Wayne stared into Rosalynn’s eyes, the more she appeared unfamiliar to him. It was as if the deep connection and affection they had built over the past five years had been nothing but a figment of his imagination,

Why? By what justification?

Wayne’s anger surged within him, and he forcefully seized Rosalynn’s chin, his expression contorted into a sneer. “Rosalynn, you haven’t been acting like this in recent days. Playing the role of the weak and vulnerable now, do you truly believe it will sway me?”

With a ripping sound, her dress was torn apart. Rosalynn’s slender legs were exposed to the air.

“Wayne!”

Rosalynn screamed and curled up her legs, trying to knee Wayne away, but her strength was no match for him. Her legs were once again pinned down.

him and firmly grasped

in the taste of blood mingling between their lips. Despite this, Wayne

she could see

resentment.

well enough, but right now, she realized she knew nothing about his true

that if shame and anger had the power to take a life, she would have

tears streamed down her cheeks, a manifestation of her overwhelming emotions. It felt as though all hope was

despair, Wayne abruptly halted. He released her lips, tilting his head slightly upward, his eyes gleaming with icy fury and

Rosalynn’s dampened cheeks, absorbed the touch of her tears. He gazed at her, his

beheld her tears. Genuine

his anger and

a while, he stood up from the

“Get lost!”

the hell out

to her senses, Rosalynn hurriedly got up and stumbled out of the room like she was running for her life. As she

the door shut, creating

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