"Hailey." His voice was a sneer. "Back then, when they stripped you... why didn't you resist?"
He stepped forward, words like acid. "Is it really like Sara said? Did you sleep with all eighteen of them? Did you beg those thugs to ravage you?"
I stared at him.
The blood drained from my face.
This was the man I had adored. The man I had loved.
His words were ice blades, stabbing straight into my heart.
I pushed the model aside and rose slowly. My eyes were bloodshot as I glared at him.
"Adrian Vance, you are an animal. Go to hell."
I grabbed a wine bottle from the table and smashed it against the floor.
*Crash.*
Glass shards exploded outward. My voice rose above the ringing silence—cold and final.
"Adrian Vance, back then you hired people to humiliate me. Today you belittle me again."
I turned on my heel and strode toward the door.
"I will get justice for myself."
Behind me, Adrian's voice drifted out, thick with concern.
But not for me.
"Sara, where did that crazy woman hurt you? Let's get you to the hospital."
The crisp night wind hit my face at the hotel entrance, drying the tears on my cheeks. With trembling fingers, I dialed a number.