Chapter 55 Blessed

• My hands trembled so badly that I felt like a convulsion. I looked at both of them. My eyes were looking for Ethan, who had just lowered his vision to the ground, looking mortified. I puffed a disappointing sigh, then shook my head violently. This can't be happening. Is he for real? Is this for real?
• "I'm sorry, Natasha," he muttered, then stepped away. I was too stunned to say anything. He halted beside Criselda, who encircled her arms around his waist, then rested her head on his bare chest. Both of them were naked in front of me. My tears poured damagingly. His eyes looked apologetic, at the same time, as if he was anticipating doing this.
• I was waiting for him to say anything, that everything was just a trick, a grotesque prank, but to my dismay, he just turned his back on me. No! He needs to explain to me! I sprint to get them. I extended my hand, reaching out for him, when my body unexpectedly ceased moving. My mouth left hanging open, trying to yell at them to get far from my sight. Ethan didn't even bother looking at me. He secured his arms on Criselda's waist, just as he used to do it to me before.