Actually, she wasn't very willing to compare herself with Sherry White.
Wasn't that just bringing humiliation upon herself?
But even if it was self-inflicted humiliation, even if she couldn't measure up, she'd still feel wronged, be in pain, and unable to accept it. She wouldn't want to admit that her life was worth less than that woman's life.
She wanted to just keep falling like this, to go along with Trenton's wishes and be as low as possible, since she was worthless in the first place.
Not thinking about anything, not considering anything, just being a heartless puppet.
But in the end, she was still a person.
She couldn't love anymore, but she still had hatred.
She hated Trenton Smith, hated him to the bone.
Now that everything was accomplished, this man came to ask her if she had ever considered forgiving him.
No, there was no forgiveness, not even a moment of regret.
Trenton thought that what she hated him for the most was still what happened that night.
