On the screen, his attention was all on Flossie Dixon, his hands all over her as he kissed her like there was no tomorrow.
“Did you know how much I’ve missed you, my little temptress?”
I stayed frozen, pale as a ghost, my hands balled into fists. My chest felt like it was caving in. I couldn’t believe I was actually sitting there, watching this. It was like I was torturing myself.
The villa they were in had once been our home. The place where I’d been kidnapped and tortured. I promised myself I’d never set foot there again, yet Gale had turned it into their hideaway—a secret love nest for him and his affair.
Hours passed and only in the dead of night did their passion finally die down.
“So, who makes you feel better in bed? Me or your wife?” Flossie teased, her voice low and sultry. I could practically hear the smugness dripping from her.
Gale smirked coldly, running his fingers through her hair. “Don’t even try to compare yourself to her. You’re not worthy.”
His words cut like a knife. My heart twisted, but Flossie’s face fell. Tears started streaming down her face, but Gale didn’t budge. His voice stayed cold.