“Do you know why I found her at the strip club that night?” he says quietly, and my pulse quickens, thinking about her at that place. I’m afraid to ask. “Why?” “Because I remembered how much you liked her. Every time she came to the house with Emma, I saw how you watched her. We all did. You were obsessed with her. I almost forgot she existed and when I needed a way to hurt you, I found her, and I fucked her. I made sure people got pictures of us together and posted them online so you’d see. I wanted you to know I still hated you.”
