All Chapters of After His Thirty-Third Betrayal: Chapter 11

Morrison charged forward and drove his fist into Klaus's face. "Who the hell are you? What gives you the right to touch her?"Klaus, caught off guard, took the hit square on. His first instinct was to swing back.But I was faster.The crack of my palm across Morrison's face rang through the air. "What do you think you're doing? Why are you hitting my boyfriend?"Morrison went rigid. His heart seized with a bitter, unbearable ache."Celine, you hit me? For him?"He's your boyfriend, so what does that make me? Have you forgotten the days we loved each other? Have you forgotten our promise to get married?"Pain and despair swam in his eyes. His hand trembled as he reached for mine.I didn't hesitate. I stepped back. "I remember. But I also remember you bringing a woman into our bedroom. I remember you in one woman's arms after another. I remember you calling me the housekeeper. I remember you telling everyone that you never loved me."My voice was ice-cold, like a blade splitting his ches