Chapter 78

Fredericks POV

My insides were sore, mostly my chest. I had tried my best to think less about him, but nothing seemed to work efficiently, not when the scene of him being handcuffed taunted me, those mug shots. He didn’t request to speak with any of his family, nor did he plead guilty.

It was as though he was expecting everything.

I didn’t care about the social status as much, but in my life, I doubted myself so much. I doubted my relationship with Joan. What if I end up hurting her and she runs away? What if I end up like him? And at the end, I become a freak that repeals people and acts like a total Dutch bag.

Everything was messed up; nothing seemed to be making sense anymore, including my state of mind.

Joan shifted on the bed, wrapping her hands around my neck. She was bare-naked, and we had just had sex, but right after climax, I slipped back to abject depression.

I needed to clear my mind because I just couldn’t get myself to think properly. I tucked her under the sheets and th