Hallie even openly admitted that Harrison’s entry into this top university was all thanks to her help behind the scenes.
She knew it wasn’t right, but she didn’t care.
All she wanted was for Harrison to have a good future.
And me? What about me? What am I? A joke?
At home, I hid away, crying night after night.
As I turned over in bed, all I could see were the cruel and mocking faces of the people around me.
Meanwhile, Hallie kept taking care of her irises.
“Byron, don't you understand?"
“Your work, your name, your place, all of it comes from me.”
“Without me, you’re nothing.”
“I already told you, Harrison won’t threaten your place. Can’t you be calm and just live quietly with me?”
No.
I couldn’t stand the thought of my wife, the woman I lived with every day.
She kept thinking about another man. I wasn’t some plaything that Hallie supported.
My love and self-respect were never for sale, not even for fame or fortune.
I began shouting and yelling, losing control completely.
Driven by anger, I took wild revenge on that disgusting pair.
When Hallie gave a speech, I switched her slides with explicit photos of her and Harrison.