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I had no idea how long I remained sitting on the floor. I was running my hands through my hair and repeating everything in my head. I had too much to mull over, but no thought formed in my mind. I could grab nothing solid. It was like all that awaited me was a vast black nothingness. As if a cosmic vacuum was sucking on my soul. I knew in my heart that Sydney wasn't lying. Mike had probably manipulated her.
Never in my life had I ever forced a woman to bed and now not only had I hurt Sydney, but I also had made things worse. She would never trust me again.
I sprang up and hurried over to our bedroom. I half expected the room to be deserted, but there she was, lying on the bed. I approached her and took a seat beside her. Her eyes were closed and her face was concealed beneath her arm. Her respiration was shallow, but her lungs continued to take in air. Her heartbeat thumped against the side of her neck, which I could see.
"Syd," I struggled to find the right words. "I am sorry. I-," I was at a loss for words. How do I rationalise my fury and possessiveness?
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