"That's right! I had his wife gang-raped until she died. And his son? I had him kidnapped and sold to human traffickers."
My breath hitched. A sickening wave of nausea rolled through me, but it wasn't from the alcohol.
Tristan's voice took on a sickeningly casual tone, as if he were recounting an amusing anecdote. "Every time I visited Martin in prison, I would describe how I played with his wife... and how his son got chopped into pieces by the traffickers."
He leaned in closer, his lips curling into a grin. "I did it just to enrage him. And now, I'll use him one last time—to get rid of you."
I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached. My hands curled into fists, nails digging into my palms.
"Does Vanessa know about this?" I forced the words out through gritted teeth.
Tristan chuckled. "If she knew I had fun with another man's wife until she died, do you think she would still be helping me set you up like this?"
His grin widened as he reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, waving it mockingly in front of my face.
"Oh, by the way... you didn't happen to have your phone recording this conversation, did you?"