Declan wiped his chin with his shaky fingers as he looked at the woman's back, not knowing whether to wake her up or sneak out quietly. Yasmin's face flashed through his mind at this point, reminding him of the incident in the study. He had been so cruel to her. He had accused, chastised, and humiliated her, despite her repeated assertions that she had done nothing wrong.
What if she was telling the truth? What if everything was just his mere suspicion? A misunderstanding!
This thought was dreadful.
He put his hand on his chest, his heart aching. He felt tightness in his ribcage and stomach.
'How am I going to face her?' He buried his face in his hands, his grief overpowering him.
"Mm…" The woman beside him moaned and turned to face him, her eyes slowly opening.
"Tina…" Declan exclaimed with disbelief, a frown forming on his brow. "It is… you!"
