Tears blurred her vision. Annabelle Linton slid weakly down the wall, covering her mouth as she broke into sobs.
'Her husband is about to sleep with another woman. I could go in and stop them, but I don't even have the courage to take a single step.'
Annabelle Linton squeezed her eyes shut in agony, feeling as if she were falling into a bottomless abyss.
She tried to brainwash herself again and again. 'After I die, Leona Grant will have to find another woman to marry anyway. If I can't even make this one contribution, then why has it come to this?'
'Annabelle, just hold on a little longer,' she told herself. 'Just a little longer, and Leona Grant will be able to live.'
...
In the private room, Leona Grant carried Vivian Yates over to the sofa and pinned her down.
"Don't, don't, Leona!"
Vivian Yates played along, crying out a couple of times.
Leona Grant gripped her waist with brute force, burying his face in her neck as he ripped at her clothes.
