“I showed him pictures of him and the girl he was f*****g behind your back and told him if he ever spoke to you again, I’d slit his throat. I was holding a rather large knife to his jugular at the time, so he wisely decided to believe me.”
Stars burst in the corners of my vision. The room starts to spin. “Oh my God. Oh my God. You’re…you’re…”
“Your husband,” he finishes, making it sound like a death sentence.
“I was going to say evil!”
There’s a pause, then he comes back on sounding exactly like what he is: a ruthless, charismatic liar.
“There are a million shades of gray between good and evil, love. Am I on the darker end of the spectrum? Yes. Am I a bad man who does good things or a good man who does bad things? Both. But you made this monster your slave. All of what I am, good and
