To celebrate finally "taming" me, Curtis had bought her a villa worth thirty million dollars.
Right now, she was waiting for him in lingerie.
How pathetic. How absurd.
I scrolled through the calls to blacklist me, and the tears came again.
Why? Why?
Why did the people who destroyed my life get to live so freely?
Why was I—who had done nothing wrong—the one buried under hatred?
I sat in silence for a long time.
Then I made my decision.
Before I left this industry for good, I would give Curtis one last performance.
