In the now-empty room, only Matthew and I remained. He didn’t even bother pretending anymore.
He casually placed a phone in front of me.
The moment my eyes landed on the screen, my pupils constricted in rage. Scene after scene of unbearable humiliation played before me.
"Davis, do you know who filmed this?" Matthew sneered. "Back then, when those men were tormenting you, your dear wife was standing right there, recording everything. She sold the footage online, one dollar per view. It’s all over the internet now."
My vision burned red as I smashed the phone into pieces.
Matthew chuckled like a devil. "Didn't see enough? Don't worry, I made plenty of copies."
He gave me a meaningful look. "And tell me, Davis, do you really know whose child it is?"
Ignoring my reaction, he continued nonchalantly, "The food has been delicious these past few days, hasn’t it? Well, eat up. I've been feeding you my leftovers. And the best part, it was my own son who fed them to you."
Disgust churned in my stomach and I gagged violently, every hair on my body standing on end. "Matthew, you… you…"
"And do you know where the thing you lost ended up?" He smirked, leaning in close. "That's right… it's with me now!"