The room was plastered with photos, shockingly, all of them featuring me.
Even the TV looped videos of my life—clandestine captures of my work and travels, all taken by Luna.
"You, what have you done to her?" I managed to keep my voice steady, but it trembled as the words left my lips.
Though Betty showed no outward change, I was certain Luna hadn't spared her, torturing her by some cruel means.
My concern for Michael was due to Laura's involvement, but my worry for Betty was genuine; I still loved her deeply.
"Relax, I haven't laid a finger on her, though I was tempted to slap her twice. I didn't starve her either; she was fed daily. But every day, I made her face your photos and your videos on TV, forcing her to see you constantly yet never reach you, never see you in person. "
"It's a daily torment, designed to break her down mentally..." Luna's eyes burned with a mix of hatred for the hurt caused to me and the jealousy of a rival in love.