“Why would you do that? What did I do to you?” Confusion and disbelief rang into my voice. I never thought he would stoop to that level. He did try to harass me, but exposing and lying about my past was like stabbing me behind my back. I couldn’t protect myself or avoid it from happening. It was a sneaky and dirty move.
“Don’t take it too personal. This isn’t about you,” he said in a low, baritone voice.
Of course, this was about Luther. Whatever this man would do was always against him. I was only a mere instrument he could use for his revenge. Hurting me was the only way he could inflict pain on Luther, especially with how he openly and expressively showed his affection to me. I became Luther’s weakness, his only weakness.
“And tell him that as long as my wife is suffering, he would t
