Why are we whispering?

“I, the heiress of Burke industries was reduced to living the life of a lowly prostitute” Emile’s sobs became more heartbreaking “By day, a tool to vent his anger and by night, a tool to douse his sexual needs. In society, I became a joke, a notorious woman who used despicable means to steal a husband but incapable of keeping him; who was not even worth mentioning in front of an evening partner of my husband.”

“I had to stop work and cut-off contacts with all my friends…. Living my nightmare day in and day out, without even knowing the charge I was guilty of.”

“Every day from then on was a living hell till 2 months ago when Michelle came back.” Emile managed say these words between sobs.

Christopher’s knuckles were white from being clenched; the veins on his temples bulging from anger. Although she hadn’t used so many words to explicitly say what she went through, hearing the pain in those