Page 76 of All for her Forgiveness

How could she?

Through the phone, I see myself leaving the library, and a few minutes later, Hades going after me. The video ends.

I click on the next one.

I widen my eyes when I see that it's at Vina's house, and he’s come to get me. We kiss. Hades picks me up.

End of footage.

But it's the next video that grabs my full attention, bringing back every detail of it to my mind.

The two of us make love on the library carpet.

The scene is so intense and passionate that I swear if I close my eyes, I can feel him inside me.

I watch it twice and feel like crying when I realize how deeply I gave myself to him.

And yet, to Hades, that must have meant nothing because he was drugged!

I want to throw the phone away. Did I take advantage of him? Because it's obvious to me that Pam drugged him.

I see myself, like a fool, telling him that I am his and will be forever.

The video ends again, and shame spreads through my blood.

That wretch wanted to incapacitate him to take him to bed.

The next video is of an argument between me and Pam, that same night, in the hallway at Vina's house. As if I were there again with her, I remember every phrase:

“Why did you shower at this hour?”

“Pam, I didn't know you were back.”

“Answer me, Juliet.”

Guilt overwhelmed me because I knew she was jealous, but soon her reaction irritated me because she had no right to Hades.

He was mine—I thought at the time, like a fool.

But before I could say anything—and I'm sure I would have because my patience with Pam had run out—she hugged me.

Only to start screaming seconds later because she saw a hickey that I'm sure I got from Hades.

Maybe she also suspected that it was him who’d done it, since she knew Hades was in the library, drugged. Pam wasn't stupid. She put two and two together, because soon after, she said something that broke my heart.

“I heard him bet his brother, at my birthday party at the club, that he could take you to bed, and you, like an idiot, gave in. He must be laughing at you right now.”

I was insecure, and her words were like confirmation that I would never be loved, that I was just a toy in the Greek's hands. I fled. Changed clothes and wandered the streets aimlessly.

"I need you to tell me what Pam said to you that night that made you leave the house, Kennedy."

I hadn't noticed that Hades had returned, and I startle. "Does it matter?"

"It matters to me."

"She told me you bet Ares that you could take me to bed. Pam noticed a hickey on my neck and came to her own conclusions, then accused me of being an idiot by giving in to you."

"Damn it! I would never do that, Kennedy. I'm not a boy who needs to count conquests."

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