Maya lowered her head, her body trembling slightly. Her hands were clenched tightly on her lap, nails digging into the skin of her palms. Tears began to pool in the corners of her eyes, and her voice trembled as she finally spoke.
"Lucas… please forgive me…" her voice was faint, barely a whisper swallowed by the loud ticking of the clock in the otherwise silent room.
Lucas tilted his head slightly, his expression blank, but his sharp eyes glimmered like knives poised to cut deep into Maya's soul.
"Go on," he said coldly.
Maya bit her lower lip, trying to hold back the sobs threatening to burst from her chest. "I… I was weak, Lucas. Victor… he—he manipulated my feelings. I knew it was wrong, but… my body, my heart, they just couldn't resist. Every time he touched me, every time he looked at me with those eyes, I…"
