When he laid the files and the videos in front of me, my legs gave out. I collapsed into the chair. In that moment, I wanted to destroy her.
Vivienne. How could you do this to another human being? Doesn't it keep you up at night?
Fine. Then every last thing you've done to me, I will repay double.
I shut myself inside the house for three days straight. I couldn't bring myself to watch those videos.
I couldn't even begin to think about how many people already had.
When Vivienne came home, she found me slumped by the window, drunk out of my mind.
She walked over and pulled me into her arms with a sigh.
"Adrian, I'm sorry. Has someone been running their mouth again? If it's too much for you, we can get a divorce."
She looked so heartbroken, so devoted.
I eased out of her embrace without letting anything show, staring hard into her eyes, searching for even a trace of genuine sorrow, searching for some sign that everything I'd given over the years had been worth something.
"Vivienne, I haven't done anything wrong. Why would you do this to me?"
She froze for a moment, then her eyes rimmed red with what looked like hurt.