The tumultuous morning slowly drew to a close. Though Betty still harbored reservations about Sean's explanation, she did not make a scene. Instead, she was left with complicated, tangled feelings she could not quite name.
Her mother had died early, and General Ross had treasured her like the apple of his eye. Combined with her own outstanding abilities and striking beauty, Betty had been admired wherever she went since childhood. Calling her heaven's favored daughter would not have been an exaggeration. Even a young genius like Dr. Banner, who had begun making a name for himself in his field, had been unable to resist her charm.
Although Betty had a great deal of affection for the young man with whom she had shared such intimacy, she was not so irrationally infatuated that she would abandon all reason. She was unlike Gwen, who nestled in Sean's arms like a little lamb.
But what had happened had happened, and there was no taking it back. Looking at the bed in complete disarray and the clothes scattered across the carpet, Betty covered her face. Shame and anger flooded her heart. She had never imagined that someone with her upbringing and privileged background would do such a thing.
"If you find this impossible to accept, you can put all the blame on me..."
"This was all your fault to begin with! This is ridiculous... Oh my god!" Betty said indignantly as she looked at Sean reclining against the bed, several kiss marks on his neck.
Gwen's dazed expression was especially painful to look at. If there had not been someone else in the young man's arms, perhaps this could have been a good beginning. Betty did not regret giving herself to him, but she could not accept this game of three.
"I'll forget everything