Is it done? Send the video.
I tossed the phone onto the duvet, swung my legs over the edge, and walked to the full length mirror, considering myself. A little more in the chest, maybe. A little less in the waist. Ronald's hands had lingered on those places tonight. I'd give him a reason to linger longer.
In a few minutes I would be watching that pathetic intern, the one who turned up at the hotel door pretending she was something Ronald couldn't walk away from, get torn apart on a screen.
I knew Ronald better than anyone. The man had a spine made of pride. The instant he saw his pure little wife being used by strangers, he would drop her like spoiled meat. And he would never spend another night away from me again.
This is what you bought yourself, Kate. Nobody takes anything of mine.
