Zhang Jie's heart, at this moment, felt the peak of guilt.
She had indeed cheated, her body no longer belonged only to her husband.
Moreover, it happened on the marital bed she shared with her husband, with another man.
Above the head of the bed, their wedding photo still hung on the wall.
She closed her eyes, striving not to think about these things, but the less she thought about them, the clearer the related memories became.
The bits and pieces of her past interactions with her husband were now strikingly clear in her mind, making her feel extremely guilty.
It's no use, I just can't do it.
Tears streamed down Zhang Jie's face like broken pearls, large and copious.
She braced her hands against Dahai's thighs, trying to rise.
She regretted it, she wanted to break it off completely with Wang Dahai.
She felt she could no longer continue making these mistakes.
Ultimately she couldn't bear the reproach inside her heart.