Chapter Eighty eight

Anita’s POV

How could he say that? How could he call what happened last night a mistake? He claimed it was out of anger, but I knew better. It was never just anger. It was clear he was trying to rape me. That’s why he did those things. I couldn’t stop the flashbacks—the way he slammed me against the wall, the way he tried to force himself on me.

Every single encounter we had was forced. I felt nothing for him. Absolutely nothing. I wish I could just run away from this place. Now, I feel disgraced and dirty, and the worst part is he sees me as the one at fault. A cheat. How could I cheat on him when all I want is freedom? I wish he could understand me. If only he could read my mind.

I sighed, wiping down the kitchen counter, lost in my thoughts. Madam Betty had ordered me to clean up, and even though my mind was elsewhere, I mechanically obeyed. Of course, I would avoid him at all costs. I couldn't risk falling into another humiliating situation again, like that disastrous banquet