Author's POV:
Chen Xinyi hurried into the bedroom she shared with her husband, chest heaving with barely suppressed panic. Her hands trembled violently as she tried in vain to smooth the crumpled silk of her blouse, hastily adjusting her disheveled appearance.
By the time Song Bo entered a few moments later, she had regained some semblance of poise - though the haunted look in her eyes belied the false veneer of composure. He regarded her inscrutably as she immediately went onto the offensive, words tumbling out in a desperate jumble.
"Bo, my husband, you simply must tell me what's to become of us now!" She clasped her hands beseechingly. "I know the depth of my sins, my unforgivable betrayals against you and this family. But surely there is a path forward that doesn't involve total ruination?"
