But when she learned that he had been married all along and had deliberately hidden it while playing with her feelings, Marylin felt nothing but disgust.
In her eyes, he was no longer just someone who had deceived her emotionally—he had become a lowly, contemptible scum.
So she left without a trace of hesitation. Every bit of hurt she felt came from hating herself—hating the fact that she hadn't seen through him sooner. Fortunately, she hadn't given him too much, at least not her body.
During their time together, he had made his intentions clear more than once, but she had always refused. She had known, deep down, that he wasn't worthy of her full trust and devotion. Somehow, she had been destined to preserve her purity from someone like him, and now all that remained in her heart was relief and self-affirmation for protecting herself.
