Chapter 6
In the days that followed, Tristan drove out all the servants and sprayed the air around the steamer with an excessive amount of air freshener.
A satisfied smile curled on his lips. “Trying to disgust me with stench and bugs? Not a chance,”
Empty cans of air freshener piled up beside him like a small hill. I wondered if he might poison himself in the process. A death like that would be too easy for him.
He knocked out the servants who had helped dispose of Tommy’s body and locked them in the basement. As for jessica, he imprisoned her inside the villa.
Gently, almost reverently, he stroked her face. His voice carried a twisted kind of tenderness. “Jessica, don’t be afraid. Once 1 catch Crystal, I’ll let you go. I’ll bring her right here and make her apologize to you. I’ll divorce her, and then we’ll get married. You’ll give me a bright, intelligent child–nothing like Tommy,”
Jessica lay on the bed, bound at her wrists and ankles, tears of fear streaming down her face. Tristan kissed them away with unsettling softness.
I started to suspect that his mind was no longer intact.
He refused to believe I was truly dead. He wanted to investigate but feared exposure. So, he spent a fortune hiring a private detective to track my whereabouts.
Jessica was locked away, yet he remained paranoid that she would escape and reveal the truth. So, he stayed in the room almost
all day, watching her, monitoring her every move.
Still unsatisfied, he handed over Jessica’s name as well, demanding, every last detail about us both.
Jessica lay on the bed, her eyes void of light. It seemed she had resigned herself to the fact that the man she once loved was a
murderer–and that she was now his prisoner.
I hovered around Tristan, watching as he gripped the silver cross necklace in his hand, muttering threats at the steamer one
moment, then picking up a writhing maggot from the floor and giggling at it the next, calling it by my name.
The sight made me nauseous.
The detective worked quickly. Soon, a full report on both me and Jessica landed in Tristan’s hands.
I watched as he stood before Jessica, his face twisted with rage. He flung the stack of documents at her, the papers scattering midair before drifting down like dead leaves.
“You told me your business failed overseas. You said you couldn’t forget me after all these years. Then what the hell is this?!”
Curious, I drifted closer and glanced at the pages. They were photographs–Jessica with different men, intimate moments
spanning, her entire time abroad.
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Jessica trembled, shrinking back onto the bed. “Tristan… I’m sorry. I was scared. I thought if you knew, you wouldn’t want me
