Saintilia POV
My anger surged to a point where I found it nearly impossible to articulate my feelings. In my vulnerable state, I had yearned for her to envelop me in her embrace and offer solace. Yet, to my dismay, that hope remained unfulfilled.
"Is she telling the truth Jacob?"
Celia carried the weight of her knowledge, fully aware of her husband's guilt, yet resolute in her unwavering support. As he finally broke his silence, I steeled myself for what I believed would be a vehement rebuke, anticipating he would unleash his anger upon me for daring to accuse him of such a heinous act. Instead, he directed his gaze towards Celia, locking eyes with her in a bid to convey his innocence and assurance that he was not involved in the accusations I had leveled against him.
"Are you going to believe this slut over me?"
Hearing him identified me as a slut; I was no longer myself.