Show me you love me.

Mrs. Wolfe's heart sank as she watched Dominic's anguish unfold before her eyes. She knew that breaking the news to him would be difficult because she knew that Dominic had strong affection for Arette. Dominic was already thirty-five, but she had never seen a woman with him and had begun to suspect he might be interested in men—until he brought Arette. She was really happy about it at first but started to see that Arette wasn't the one for Dominic. Letting him be aware of her true colours was necessary for his own well-being.

"Chairman, please," she pleaded, her voice tinged with sadness. "You need to see the truth. Miss Arette doesn't love you. She never did. She's just a pathological liar, planning to hurt you!"

But Dominic refused to listen, his mind consumed by his obsession with Arette. "She has to love me," he repeated, his voice growing more desperate with each word. "She needs to love me. She must love me."