Page 153 of Hard to Resist

“That’s not—”

“Tell me, Verity.” Her eyes thin to slits, venom spitting from her tongue. “Does he still have that scar on his hip?”

I am going to be sick. Everything is getting out of hand, getting to be too much. I can’t even process the situation. It doesn’t feel like it’s truly happening to me.

My vision starts to go blurry.

“Celine, please. I didn’t mean you harm.” I’m begging her, the whine clear in my voice. But I have no dignity left. I left that behind the moment I decided to enter into this relationship with Cullen, knowing this could happen.

“You should have thought about that before whoring yourself out.”

Her words hit me like a slap.

“Celine—”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you slept with Cullen.”

“I—”

“Say it.” Her voice punches louder.

“But—”

“Say that you screwed him!” She’s yelling at me now, bullying me, but my spine has snapped in half. I have no backbone to fight her.

“Cel—”

“Say it!”

“Okay! I slept with him!”

The confession rips out of me.

“Get out.” She tosses the papers around the room, cluttering the space with pictures of my sins.

“Please, just listen to me. Give me a chance.”

“A chance? You had your chance all these weeks, and you did nothing. You happily fucked my husband like the little wannabe tramp you are!”

Something in me finally snaps back, my whines turning into a shout to match hers.

“For the love of God. He’s your ex-husband!”

“Not in the court of law, sunshine,” she mocks with a hiss.

Everything stills.

“What?”

“Cullen and I may be separated, but we arenotdivorced.”

“That’s not possible.”

“Oh, I can assure you, I am still wed to that piss-punk man. I have tax returns from the last decade to prove it.”

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