It was a message from Laura.
[Elaine, don’t think you’ve won.]
[You can only scare me. What good does that do? I just cried a little, and Milton had already arranged a full check-up for me. He even stayed with me the whole time.]
[Want to see something fun? Let me show you what that perfect little marriage of yours really looks like on the inside. It’s more broken than you think.]
Then came dozens of explicit, vulgar photos, and a voice recording.
I hit play.
The room was dead silent as Milton’s voice filled the air, low, strained, trying to stay in control.
“Arch your back a little more.”
Then came another voice, sweet and whimpering, like she was both flirting and begging.
“Mr. West… I was wrong. Please, be gentle.”
His voice again, hoarse and full of lust.
“Shut up. Don’t overact.”
“You don’t like it?”
But there was no longer an answer, only action.
What followed was unmistakable. The kind of sounds no wife should ever have to hear her husband make with someone else.
Even so, I forced myself to keep listening.
At some point, Laura’s voice, trembling and full of emotion, broke through.