Chapter 20 Guilty

He couldn't breathe. Blake felt a stabbing pain in his chest, as if he'd plunged the knife in himself—and now there was no way to pull it out.

The truth?

The truth was horrifying. The truth made him guilty. And those bloodstained sheets crumpled in the corner of the room… they were his sentence.

Charlotte hadn't lied to him seven years ago. She'd been a child. A child who had woken up naked next to him in a bed—and who everyone, himself included, had blamed for the worst. She was the one who had been hurt. She was the one who had been drugged and violated. And he hadn't believed her. He'd accused her like the rest of the family and had spent the last seven years hating an innocent woman.

He launched himself off the bed, pacing back and forth through the room until he finally snapped. His rage and frustration exploded outward, and he destroyed every object within reach. Then he stormed out, barely stopping to pay for the damage before speeding like a madman toward Lawrence Dalt