Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 107


    Chapter 107 Forced Choice


    Brendan was forcing her to make a choice. She could save whatever remained of her dignity, but


    Sterling would have to lose his on her behalf. She would have to doom him to save herself.


    Brendan’s sadism knew no bounds. How could he be so heartless?


    Deirdre sobbed. She felt faint spells, yet her heart was ironically much calmer than before. “It’s alright,”


    she said, her eyes as empty as her tone. “I’ll do it.”


    The room cheered. It was what everyone wanted. Amid the revelry, though, was Brendan’s increasingly


    stormy expression. His eyes were cold.


    “Do you understand what you’ve just said? You’re going to strip yourself clean and dance in front of a


    crowd of strangers. If you call Sterling, the most I’ll make him do is


    make him drink.”


    The most he would do?


    Deirdre smiled between her tears. To hell would she even believe that!


    She would never believe him ever again.


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    How could she? When he told her he would never y favorites and stand behind


    Charlene without reason that night, he had said it like he meant it. When he made


    Charlene apologize, she believed his promation. It even made her wonder… that maybe Brendan


    was not the one who had orchestrated her torment while she was


    incarcerated.


    Maybe both of them had been yed by Charlene. He was simply in the dark.


    Now, though, she was wiser. That delusion of hope was shattered.


    He said he would not y favorites, yet all it took to reverse his stance and see Deirdre as the sinner


    was Charlene overdosing on sleeping pills and the words of a random janitor. That was apparently


    enough “evidence” for him to bring her here so she could suffer and be humiliated by so many people.


    almost feel pity for you, Brendan. You’re so blind and dense. I think you deserve what’sing for


    you.’


    “You don’t have to say a word more. I’ll do it.”


    She was a murderer whose face and eyes were ruined to the world. What else did she have? Why did


    she even need to preserve her dignity as a human being?


    Brendan was apoplectic. Disbelief practically coursed through his veins before emanating from him like


    a murderous aura.


    “Perfect! Just perfect!” He scoffed. “You chose this, Deirdre! You lost the right to even regret this now.


    “Someone, lead her to the stage! She’s blind as f*ck. She’s gonna have to find her way up there if we


    leave her on her devices, and that will be wasting all our time, won’t it?”


    The crowd was beyond excited. Sofia was particrly ecstatic. She was eager to make as much


    impression on Brendan as she could, so she led Deirdre up the stage. The colors of the lighting


    changed the moment the music yed. Everyone looked at the stage. Their eyes fixed on the ugly


    freak. “Strip! Strip! Strip!”


    A few of them began recording just so they could share some entertainment with their friends.


    Deirdre felt cold. Her expression was that of numbness. The cheers and shrieks of her audience faded


    into white noise. Her trembling hand fell onto her cor and


    began to yank it open.


    “Whoaaaaaaaaaa!” the crowd screamed. Who would have known someone so skinny would look so


    good underneath?


    Some of the more red-blooded men could not take it anymore. “More! No!”


    Deirdre steeled herself and pulled her shirt down even harder.


    She hardly felt the cold on her naked skin when a coat suddenly surrounded her.


    A familiar stench filled her nose. Brendan’s hands were clutching her shoulders like talons. “Wh*re! You


    don’t even respect yourself!”


    He was right. She did not. It was the same reason she had fallen in love with him or wanted to keep


    their child back then.


    The crowd’s excitement died down into a puzzled silence. They stared at the stage, their expressions


    frozen, and exchanged nces. What the hell just happened?


    “Uh, Mr. Brighthall? What’s up?”


    Brendan gnashed his teeth and locked his arm around Deirdre’s waist. He then turned around and


    smiled. “You have to excuse me,dies and gentlemen. This woman’s body is practically marred with


    scars-it’s honestly disgusting to look at. It’s gonna kill your mood, trust me. I have someone more


    interesting in my mind, so I was thinking of having him over as a form of even more superior


    entertainmentter!”