Sandy's POV
Before sleep claimed me completely, I thought I caught Charles murmuring something against my hair. Something about this being the final time he would tolerate my tears over another man while nestled in his embrace.
When consciousness returned, the bed beside me lay empty. I stared at the vacant space, my mind struggling to process everything that had unfolded during the night.
The realization that Dominic had orchestrated my humiliation deliberately made my stomach churn. He wanted me to witness every cruel moment, to hear every mocking word.
Nausea swept through me as I remained motionless in the rumpled sheets. Charles had left his mark everywhere - his masculine scent clung to the bedding, saturated the air, and lingered on my skin, providing an unexpected sense of security.
