Obviously, he hadnât forgotten our one-night stand.
âWhy did you lie if you remembered it clearly?â I asked angrily, feeling aggrieved.
âWhy did you deny that we slept together? Itâs because of your denial that I ended up in this position!â
If he had admitted he was the father of my child, I wouldnât have suffered in prison and Vicky wouldnât have been killed.
Thinking about Vicky, my heart ached and tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably.
Caleb frowned and said nothing more.
âThis is our Alpha.
He doesnât have to admit that he slept with some hooker.
â A man with golden-rimmed glasses suddenly spoke up.
If my memory served me right, this man was Calebâs Beta, Carlos Vargas.
But his words left me completely stunned.
A hooker?
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Did they think I was a hooker? It was so ridiculous! What gave them the impression that I was a hooker?
Suddenly, I saw something flash before my eyes, and then I heard a dull thud.
Something had hit my forehead and fell to the floor in front of me.
I looked down and saw that it was a wad of cash.
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Carlos had taken the money out of his wallet and thrown it at my face.
âHow dare you come here? You just want to blackmail him with your one-night stand, donât you?â Carlos sneered at me in disdain.
âBitch, is that enough money to shut your mouth?â
He threw more cash at me, every venomous word trampling on my dignity.
âWhat? Isnât that enough?â Carlos sneered and continued to take out more money from his wallet.
âTell me, how many customers can you entertain at one time? There are many rich men here whoâd Like a good timeââ
âEnough! Caleb snapped at him.
Impatience was written all over his face.
âGet out of my sight!â Caleb spat at me.
âOr are you looking for more clients?â
His words were Like a sharp knife, stabbing at my heart ruthlessly.
The humiliation was unbearable.
I felt so suffocated.
Overnight, I lost my home, my dear Vicky, and my mate saw me as nothing but a prostitute.
I didnât care whether Leonel was waiting outside to kill me.
I needed to get out of this wretched bar.
Without thinking, I bolted out the door, tears streaming down my face.
Calebâs POV:
I watched as the girl ran out crying.
For some reason, I felt strange.
Noticing my hesitation, Carlos asked with a teasing smile, âCaleb, you wouldnât believe a hooker, would you?â