Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 107 Forced Choice

Brendan was forcing her to make a choice. She could save whatever remained of her dignity, but Sterling would have to lose his on her behalf. She would have to doom him to save herself.

Brendan’s sadism knew no bounds. How could he be so heartless?

Deirdre sobbed. She felt faint spells, yet her heart was ironically much calmer than before. “It’s alright,” she said, her eyes as empty as her tone. “I’ll do it.”

The room cheered. It was what everyone wanted. Amid the revelry, though, was Brendan’s increasingly stormy expression. His eyes were cold.

“Do you understand what you’ve just said? You’re going to strip yourself clean and dance in front of a crowd of strangers. If you call Sterling, the most I’ll make him do is

make him drink.”

The most he would do?

Deirdre smiled between her tears. To hell would she even believe that!

She would never believe him ever again.

could she? When he told her he would

he had said it

wonder… that maybe Brendan was not the one who

incarcerated.

had been played by Charlene. He was simply in the

though, she was wiser. That

as the sinner was Charlene overdosing on sleeping pills and the words of a random janitor. That was apparently enough “evidence” for him to bring

you, Brendan. You’re so blind and dense. I think you deserve what’s

a word more.

to the world. What else did she have? Why did she even need to preserve her dignity as a

apoplectic. Disbelief practically coursed through his veins before

chose this, Deirdre! You lost the right to even regret this

up there if

impression on Brendan as she could, so she led Deirdre up the stage. The colors of

them began recording just so they could share

that of numbness. The cheers and shrieks of her audience faded into white noise.