The thought that she could no longer sleep soundly in his embrace, or lean into his arms with playful affection, or even bear his children... All the sorrow surged layer by layer into her heart, pressing down so heavily she could hardly breathe.
From now on, she could no longer call his name, nor see his kind smile, his breath, his warmth—all would be distant from her.
Those two people who hurt her must be properly punished. She wanted all her suffering returned to them.
Madison Barton considered reporting to the police, but then hesitated.
If word spread, how could she face others in the future? What would Mark think of her once he found out?
Would he, from the bottom of his heart, consider her dirty? Although she couldn't be with him, she also didn't want him to know about the disgrace she had endured.
For the longest time, she couldn't make up her mind.
