Haunting-Adeline

becoming more drunk.
I barely listen, too lost in thought about everything I just learned. And
maybe a li le heartbroken that Gigi might’ve been murdered by her own
husband. Someone she did love and trust, despite her affair.
Even when you're married to someone for over a decade, it’s possible to
never really know them and what they're capable of.
I glance at Zade. I'm learning exactly what he's capable of, and it's
fucking terrifying.
Zade is fucking terrifying.
It’s impossible not to consider the possibility that if I ever were to fall in
love with him, that he could turn on me too.
For the fourth me, Mark's phone rings in the middle of the
conversa on. Every me, his face darkens when he looks to see who's
calling.
"Everything okay?" Zade asks, no ng his odd behavior.
Mark glances at Zade, forcing a strained smile before a emp ng to
pocket his phone.
Drunkenly, he drops it, and it’s almost painful watching him pick it up. I
can hear his bones creaking from here.
As alcohol takes control over his body, all I can focus on is how it seems
to age him further.
The liver spots on his balding head and darkened hands, and the bags
underneath his eyes have formed a few more wrinkles.
He’s an ugly man. On the inside and out. And it’s a wonder how his
depravity has sunk so low when the man has everything most people could
want in life. Money, power, influence, and a beau ful wife that might’ve
loved him if he weren’t so evil.
“Yeah, a few of my colleagues are freakin’ out over some ssstupid leaked
video,” Mark slurs, finally ge ng the phone in his pocket.
Zade s ffens beside me, though his face stays unreadable.
“Leaked video?”
Mark flaps a hand, a emp ng to gloss over what he confessed. I glance
at Zade, no ng the subtle c in his jaw.
“Yeah, but I keep telling them they don’t have to worry ‘bout it. Our Sossocciety
will take care of it, and no one will be none the wissser.”