He threw millions into setting up a talent agency just for me and boldly declared that he was going to marry me.
I admired him, both as a man and as someone who believed in me when no one else did. I quickly fell for him, too.
But in bed, Victor had all sorts of strange fetishes that he insisted on trying out with me. He was the only man I’d ever been with, so I thought that’s just how normal couples were. I even felt guilty at times, afraid I might not be able to satisfy him.
What I never expected was that the man who had elevated me would be the one to drag me straight to hell.
The mockery in the private room grew louder. A group of people was selecting and compressing hundreds of gigabytes of high-definition footage.
Tears blurred my vision. I finally remembered the first time I’d heard the name Abigail.
It was during a game of Truth or Dare at a drinking session. Someone dared Victor to rank the most important women in his life.
Without hesitation, he blurted out, “Abigail, my mom, Faith.”
As he said this, he was holding my hand, our fingers intertwined, palms touching.
Who was Abigail? Confused, I looked at Victor.
Beneath his calm expression, I could see a flicker of something darker.