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"Bullshit! You enjoyed it! Did you not?" He yelled. "You are a liar, and a cheat. You never had to f**k him to gain his trust. You are just a w***e who couldn't keep her legs closed."
The words stung. I wanted to deny it, to scream at him that he was wrong, that I had hated every moment of it, but it would have been a lie. A part of me, a large, terrifying part of me, had enjoyed it. Had wanted it. Had wanted him. And that was the betrayal I couldn't confess, not even to myself.
"I thought you loved me," he said, his voice cracking. "I have been by your side since we were kids, and this is how you repay me? By whoring yourself out to the enemy?"
He shook his head, a look of utter devastation on his face. "I always knew you had a thing for him. I saw the way you looked at him
