Mira paced the luxurious bedroom that now seemed more like a prison than anything else.
The sound her feet made against the marble over and over again was feeding her dopamine as the aura of the door still vibrated in her bones.
The audacity of that man! That… that slut-shaming bastard. That perverted monster!
She rubbed her face with both palms so vigorously, as if she wished it to come off on them. Her head was way too jumbled.
Nothing was making sense! As usual!
If only Lorena's bank account had money, she thought to herself. She'd probably be in the Maldives right now, tanning herself on a marvelous beach!
But no! She had to have transferred all her money, and she didn't even have her memory to know where!
Yet she left so many problems for her! So many problems, but no darn money!
Her mind went reeling again as she remembered Lucas' voice from the previous day. "You accused me of rape."
