Chapter 4
Thomas's lips twisted into a mean smirk.
"Some guy came up to me after the show. He's a big deal in the company, kept asking about a girl with a silver-gray mask.
"You're going to take it easy for a couple of days, and then, in three days, you're heading to room 1818 at the Diamond Heights Hotel," he said, each word making me feel sicker.
"Thomas, please... don't make me go to someone else, okay?"
"Smart up, or you're going to regret it."
"Thomas, don't you love me, even a little?"
He actually laughed at that, like it was the funniest thing he had heard all day.
"If you love me, you'll do as I say. You always do what I ask, right?"
After he left, I was trembling. I grabbed my phone and called Tracy in a panic.
When Tracy got to the villa and saw Chloe, she was livid. She did not waste a second before kicking Chloe out.
Thomas was pacing around, all worked up.
"You think getting rid of one will stop me? I can find plenty more. I'm never out of options when it comes to women," he snapped.
"Thomas, remember that Rebecca is your wife! Just think about how many other women you've chased after all these years, and she's put up with it the whole time!
"If I hadn't shown up today, you'd probably be sending her off to some other guy's bed. Thomas, you're acting like a complete monster..."
"What I do with her is none of your business!"
With those final words, Thomas stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
He shot me a scornful look as he passed by. "Looks like you're good at calling for backup."
Tracy came in, her eyes brimming with tears, and wrapped me in a tight embrace. "Don't worry, I'll drive you to the airport today."
Tracy had tried to reach Thomas after he had stormed out, but he was nowhere to be found.
Then, out of the blue, my phone buzzed with a string of texts.
They were from Chloe.
[Rebecca, Thomas only really cares about me. He'd ditch his own sister to be with me. Do yourself a favor and just sign those divorce papers already.]
She had even sent photos of Thomas sleeping next to her.
I looked at them, my heart hardening, and then I yanked out my SIM card and tossed it.
At the airport, Tracy gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
"I won't let Thomas know where you've headed once you're gone, Rebecca."
I managed a wry smile. "You don't have to. He's never cared about where I am anyway."
Tracy looked at me, her face a mix of sadness and something unsaid, but she stayed quiet.
"Life's going to be strange in a new country, so take this card. Think of it as a small way for the Wells family to make things right. And hey, if you ever need anything, just call me."
I clutched the bank card Tracy handed me, took one last look around, and then I walked away without looking back.
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