Rhys loomed over me, his face twisted with a hatred so pure it made my blood run cold. I remained on my knees, trembling, my tears creating dark spots on the wooden floor beneath me.
"You filthy bitch," he spat, each word dripping with venom. "You disgusting whore."
I flinched as if he'd physically struck me. His words cut deeper than any knife could reach.
"Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "Rhys, please listen to me. It's not what you think. This is all a misunderstanding—"
"A misunderstanding?" He laughed, the sound hollow and cruel. "What's to misunderstand? The pictures were clear. You in his bed, wearing his clothes, his marks all over you."
"I was drugged," I pleaded, desperately trying to reach the man I loved behind this mask of fury. "Rowan put something in my coffee. I would never betray you. Never."
Rhys kicked the small table beside him, sending it crashing into the wall. The wood splintered, the sound making me jump.
