I hid at home, crying night after night.
No matter how many times I turned over in bed, all I could see were those twisted, mocking faces around me.
Meanwhile, Aiden continued to take care of his irises.
He said casually, "Nina, haven't you figured it out yet? Your job, your reputation, your status, everything you have comes from me. Without me, you are nothing. I told you, Eryn won't threaten your position. Be sensible. Can't we just live our lives in peace?"
No! Absolutely not!
I couldn't stand it—having a husband who lived by my side day and night, yet kept thinking about another woman all the time.
I began to lose control. I screamed, shouted and became hysterical. I even launched an almost insane campaign to take revenge on this despicable couple.
When Aiden gave a speech, I replaced his slides with explicit photos of him and Eryn. When they were being interviewed, I rushed forward and exposed their sordid relationship.
I wrote countless complaint letters and filmed countless short videos documenting their actions. However, all my efforts earned me was a single document: a psychiatric evaluation report.