CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY THREE : CAUGHT RED-HANDED..

~MAE~ I just couldn't withstand George's presence… I couldn't stare at him in the eye… I couldn't maintain a few seconds of eye contact.. I just couldn't control myself and tears… I couldn't pull him into a warm and tight embrace. The stabbing pain of GUILT is more excruciating than the piercing of a thorn in one's flesh. I was as guilty as one could imagine and that alone was enough reason for me to run away. Just when I realized his identity, the weight of my conscience crushed me like a boulder pressing down my chest and now, all that's left in me is the smoldering embers of guilt and regret. The scene of Frank lying to him about the loss of my pregnancy flashed in my head and my folded fists tightened, causing my knuckles to lose their color. George was looking like a shadow of his normal self. He looked so pale and unkept and I knew so well that he was at the center for therapy. But does he still think of me even when he's married to someone else..? Am I even so sure h