Chapter 541 Your Husband Walked Into a Brothel
- Molly sat on the floor, clawing at herself like crazy. Her arms, her shoulders—she was tearing her own skin raw. Scratching through clothes did nothing. She had to yank them off and rake her nails over her body, desperately digging at the itch.
- And Gale sat right in front of her, watching.
- Waiting for her to speak.