How could it possibly have been Bert—the one who took her beautiful first time, and how could it also be Bert—the one who would possess the beautiful rest of her life?
Gerald seethed with hatred, resentment, bitterness, rage, and jealousy.
But what use were all those emotions now?
He couldn't return to the past, nor could he control the future.
Catherine's past and her future had already become inextricably bound to Bert.
Watching the look on Gerald's face at that moment, Morrison couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
"You probably don't know this yet," he said. "That night, Catherine was actually drugged. She stumbled into things by accident and ended up entangled with Bert."
The news struck Gerald like a bolt from the blue. He shot up from the sofa in an instant, crossed the room in a few strides, and grabbed Morrison by the collar, completely losing control.
"What did you say? Say that again!"
