Cynthia's POV
By the time I had cleaned up my mess, two hours had passed. Arther went out to take care of some business. I looked at myself in the mirror and swore.
This is crazy.
As my sanity gradually returned, I realized what a crazy thing I had just done. If it turned out that Mrs Madison was sleeping with her stepson, my reputation would be ruined, and Mr. Madison would probably just kill me, because my physical purity was what he cared about most.
But ...... undeniably, a painful feeling rose up inside me. In the past, if a man touched me, Mr. Madison would like to beat me to death with the whip, regardless of the fact that it was they touched me against my will, as if everything had been my fault.
But he would not know that his only son and I had done such a thing.
The thought
