Lady Garcia felt sick to her stomach as she realized that she was alone with this predator. She felt helpless and vulnerable like a lamb led to the slaughter. She knew that she had to escape, but her legs were like jelly, and she couldn't move.
She wanted to scream for help, but no words could escape her throat. She was alone and defenseless against this man who saw her as nothing more than an object for his pleasure.
But just as hope seemed lost, her best friend appeared on the balcony. Lady Garcia's relief turned to horror, however, when she saw the expression of disgust on her friend's face. And when her husband finally arrived, the devastation was complete.
The look on his face was like a dagger to her heart, tearing it apart. It was a face of anguish. The rumors that followed were like a never-ending nightmare, accusing her of being a cheating and immoral wife who had seduced the man who had trapped her on the balcony.
