At first, the French guy fought fiercely with Rockwell. But the former soon lost stamina and began to falter. Realizing he was no match, he started yelling in frustration.
“Do people here all like to solve things with violence? I was just telling the truth, and you beat me up for it?
“Chesca married me for my money—then had the nerve to cheat on me! Every time I wasn’t home, she’d invite four or five men over for hookups!
“If I hadn’t come back early one day and caught them, she would’ve kept me in the dark forever!
“I’ve got surveillance footage and pictures to prove it. See for yourself!”
He shoved his phone in Rockwell’s face.
On the screen, Chesca was clearly engaged with five men. One in front, one behind, and the others using her hands and feet. Her expression was one of overwhelming pleasure—completely immersed, even speaking in French, whispering filthy words meant to arouse them.
There was no sign of resistance. No trace of being forced.
As Rockwell watched, his expression reddened.
Seeing that Rockwell was finally starting to believe him, the French guy snapped, “Now you believe me, huh? And you still beat me up like this? How are you going to make it up to me?”