Chapter 335

The sudden, sharp pain brought back memories of that night of humiliation for Vivian. Andrew, who was on top of her, was repulsive, yet she couldn't break free. Her blood turned cold, and she trembled all over. She felt utterly alone and powerless. ******* After the intercourse, Andrew lay sprawled atop Vivian like a beached whale on sand. It took all her strength to lift him off. She finally managed to roll out from under him and dashed to the bathroom, her insides roiling like a tempest. Crouching on the cold tiles, she couldn't help but vomit violently. It was utterly revolting. As the bile burned her throat, her mind wandered to Renee’s morning sickness. Both of them had found themselves in this position: vomiting, yet their circumstances couldn't have been more different. While Renee’s nausea heralded new life, hers was a cruel joke played by fate. Once, she had glimpsed an escape from her torment, but Marcelo, enchanted by Renee, had abandoned her to her fate. Curled in the corne