She realizes with a jolt of horror that she isn't just afraid of the scandal; it's more like that she is afraid of him. She is afraid of the way her heart stutters when he whispers in her ear.
And even worse is that she is afraid of the way her body seems to recognize his dominance even as her mind recoils in disgust. She is a woman who has always been in control, and here is a man who intends to strip that control away, layer by layer, until there is nothing left but her raw, unadorned need.
'I can't believe... that in whole years of my married life... I could find a man exactly like this... the one I hate the most because of his eyes probably sees women as tools.'
'Jay... why did you meet a man like him in your university? Wait, no... why did you have to bully an innocent man like that behind your mother's back?'
'I can't believe it... I really... can't believe it...'
