“My husband has issues, but he’d never kill a woman,” I said, looking right into his eyes.
“You sound so sure.”
“I am.”
He hesitated for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle.
“Prove me wrong,” I said. “Tell me how he’s the reason you lost your wife.”
I wasn’t exactly sure what I did or said, but somehow, his confidence wavered, and a glint of shame flashed across his face. My eyes squinted as I studied him, trying to understand what he was ashamed of.
Then it hit me.
“Hold on a second.” My brows arched in disbelief, my eyes pinned on him. “You didn’t lose your wife to death, did you? You lost her to him.”
“He seduced her!” he snapped, like I’d just opened up an old wound. “He knew she was my wife, yet he lured her into his bed!”
“Did he force himself on her?” I asked, enjoying his outburst.
“It doesn’t matter!” He kicked his chair away. “He slept with her, and shortly after, she left me.”
Composed, I sat there, watching him vent like a child whose candy was taken away. Now, who was the pathetic one between the two of us?
His inability to control his emotions was the reason I no longer saw him as a threat. All I saw was an overgrown child in desperate need of revenge.
“From the way I see it,” I shrugged my shoulders, “your anger is misplaced, sir.” I paused for a while, then continued, “The person you should be mad at is your wife…ex-wife. She willingly offered herself to him.”
His expression darkened as he stepped forward. “Roman could’ve refused her, but he didn’t. He slept with her, humiliated me, and made me a laughing stock.” He halted in front of me, fingers adjusting his tie.
He was much calmer now and seemed to have regained control of his emotions. His voice was low and venomous, his eyes blazing with fury.
Oops, the devil part of him is back.
And so was my fear and anxiety.
“Roman is about to know what it feels like to lose his woman to another man.”
Eww. Gross.
I locked my jaw, my heart racing in my chest, unsure of what evil he had planned for me.
“Get the cameras rolling.” He snapped his fingers.
“Cameras?” My eyes widened in panic
A bright light enveloped the room, so harsh it almost blinded my eyes. It seemed like an LED light on a tripod, aimed directly at me.
“By the time I’m done with you,” he added, “my men will upload the video on the internet, and everyone will watch you get defiled.”
“No.” I shook my head, my heart threatening to jump out of my chest.
He laughed. “Roman will never recover from that.”
“Please, you don’t have to do this,” I begged, struggling with the ropes that held me bound.
“Oh, but I do,” he answered, laughing hysterically. “Your husband started this. I’m gonna be the one to finish it.” He leaned in, flashing that ugly smirk of his.
I spat on his face. “You’re a coward!” I declared. “No wonder your wife left you! You will never be half the man Roman is!”
