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He's quiet now. He's listening.

"I was so embarrassed that I've lived with it these past seven years. I was so wasted that I don't remember anything and it is so scary not knowing what I have done that night. It’s so traumatizing.” I cried as I shake my head sideways.

Silence enveloped the room.

“I'm so ashamed of myself. The look on your face when you saw the bloodstain on your hotel bed sheets. It scarred me. It made me feel so… horrible.” I confessed.

His brows creasing, “How did you... How did you know about that?”

“I was there. I was hiding inside your hotel room. I was looking at you and you looked so disgusted and how it made me feel that I was something disgusting.”

Hugo shakes his head, “Rose, no.”

“I felt so dirty for having that sinful one night stand with you." I cried inwardly.

Hugo looks at me ruefully. "Sinful?" He repeats.

I look back at him as he continues, "That sinful night meant something to me. It was a night I would want to relive over and over again."

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