Karma came too early

Judith's pov.

I sat in my car, the pain and shame of what had just happened washing over me in waves. I couldn't believe that I had let myself be so vulnerable, so naive. How could I have been so stupid? I berated myself, my thoughts racing in circles. The humiliation of being pushed out of Maxwell's house, naked and shivering, was almost too much to bear.

"Carter," I whispered, my voice barely audible. He was the only person I could go to right now, the only one who might understand what I was going through. I started my car and drove towards his apartment, tears still streaming down my face.

"What do you want?" Carter said, his voice flat and uninviting. He looked at me, his expression cold and unreadable, as if he couldn't be bothered to see me. He didn't ask why I was there, or if I was okay. He just stood there, his arms crossed, a look of indifference on his face.

I stared at him, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. I felt like I was going to collapse right there