Carter had imagined her kneeling, pleading, begging him to delete the picture, but instead. She stood there, unfazed, staring into his eyes and asking him a question that only made his blood boil. He wanted to hurt her, make her suffer, and she was refusing to take the bait. “I don't care who your husband is.” Carter snarled viciously. “Is that your excuse for being a home wrecker, or is this just who you are? First it was your filthy mother, and now it's you. It just runs in your blood, doesn't it? You just can't help yourself. You lying, unfaithful bitch.” The words were so cruel, so unhinged, that Ruby almost laughed. It wasn't even worth defending. “If that's what helps you sleep at night, so be it,” she said, flatly. Her response fueled Carter's rage even further. He grabbed her arm, his fingers digging into her skin. “Ruby,” he growled, “I'm warning you, stay
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