#Chapter 315: Not An Apology

Bridget’s doe-eyed look, while so similar to Elva’s, was not nearly as convincing. Perhaps Bridget’s charms worked on those who were already fond of her, or on unsuspecting men who found her attractive, but I was neither of those. When I looked at Bridget now, all I could see was the memory of her standing over me in the pit. She’d had the means to save me, but she’d left me there instead. I could have died. And now she wanted forgiveness? She hadn’t even properly apologized! This question of hers for forgiveness now felt like some type of extortion racket. Something like, you had better forgive me or else! That type of attitude had a natural rebelliousness grow inside of me. I wanted to deny her forgiveness just because she was so damn demanding of it, acting like she deserved it. In a perfect world, Bridget would reap what she sowed. Karma should come back around and kick her square in the pants. Unfortunately, we didn’t live in a perfect world. Since the footage of Bridget a