Wayne Bailey's anger began to seethe indeed: "Blaming me? Damn it, Anna Jadwin, you have the nerve!"
A rush of blood seemed to explode in his head, barely suppressed to prevent his condition from flaring up.
This lying, hypocritical, cunning, female swindler, she was not worthy of his affections!
"Why shouldn't I? A man who is used and manipulated by a woman—you aren't even up to snuff?" Anna Jadwin looked at him, her ashen face drawing a mocking smile. "You wanted to know why I don't love you? You ain't even a man; how am I supposed to love you?"
Her scoff was like a knife plunging into his eyes.
Like a crazed beast, Wayne Bailey pounced on her, gripping her battered body: "Am I not a man? Couldn't you feel it in bed?!"
