Chapter 8

I didn't resist,

nor did I make a sound.

I stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, carefully counting the little stars on the wallpaper.

When I was left with only my underwear,

Dane finally stopped, looking at me quietly with tears in his eyes.

I glanced at him listlessly:

"You weren't wrong. I really am like a dead fish in bed."

That casual remark completely broke Dane's composure.

His face turned pale, wanting to explain but unable to find the words.

In the end, he forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Melody, we can rebuild our relationship.

I can wait as long as it takes."

I slowly put on my clothes and said softly:

"You know what?"

"Seeing all the scars on your body, I don't feel the slightest bit of sympathy."

"I only feel disgusted."

Dane was stunned for a long time.

Whether he came to terms with it or not,

he finally got dressed and left, looking lost and dejected.