Chapter 825

　　Tabitha's fingers curled tightly in Derek's shirt. "So betrayal is unforgivable no matter the reason," she said softly, the words cutting through the silence. 　　The question was not aimed at others but at herself. 　　"Yes, betrayal is betrayal. Think about how you felt when you thought I had touched Daphne. How would you feel if you were that paralyzed husband, lying helplessly in bed? Regardless of the reason, the betrayer can never be excused," Derek replied. 　　Tabitha's mind raced back to that night with Wilmot. 　　The drugs had clouded her memory, but the marks on her body the next day told the story of their reckless encounter. 　　She, too, was a betrayer. 　　Derek, however, had no such thoughts. In his heart, he was Wilmot, and Tabitha had never truly betrayed him. 　　He was speaking of the woman, unaware that Tabitha was taking his words to heart. 　　Derek sensed Tabitha's shifting emotions and assumed she was upset with his words. 　　His hand glided up her back, gently patting it. "