“The crazy ones are always wild in bed,” Jack said.
He casually dropped the coins on her bed, and made a racket as he walked away. The amount he left behind barely qualified as a pittance… one thing that hasn’t changed is his swagger…
“What my wife lacks in bed…” Jack said. “…she makes up for in respectability.”
It was one thing to suspect something, it was another matter entirely to have it confirmed. Before opening her eyes, earlier Clara had vivid memories of a life that now appeared to have been impossible for her to have.
Doubt seeped into her mind, poisoning her soul… Is my life nothing more than the delusions of a twisted psyche?
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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