(ALICE)
I grin at the photos in the article on Mary's phone. This isn't just one moment of humiliation that has been captured; it is the complete and utter destruction of Willow's life—the life she built on my pain and suffering.
Fortunately, Katherine has to take a call, and she steps out of the apartment. As soon as the door closes behind her, I let out a long exhale, allowing my emotions to show. "He actually did it."
"You doubted he would?" Mary asks.
I look at her. "Didn't you? I mean, why would he do all this? I thought he was just going to string me along till he managed to figure out a way to get me into bed, and then just make excuses and go back to his life—"
Mary gives me a sad smile. "You really don't trust him, do you? Do you still have doubts about his story, even after seeing all the evidence?"
I hesitate before admitting, "No. But I'm scared to trust him, Mary. My mind keeps imagining 'what-if' scenarios."
