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One site naas floozy’ who had coh the site claimed that their love would endure the scandal I saw that they were coossip sites as J&J It made me want to throw up

One site called ht’, who had broken the heart of a distraught Jules That one hurt, with side by side pictures of the two of us The picture of Jules showed her in the pale gray gown she’d been wearing that night, giving a stiff smile at the camera She looked strained, but at least she’d known she was being photographed I saw farther down on the same article that they had indeed still attended the charity event together, in spite of the obvious strain yet another of James’s affairs had caused on the beautiful couple The article concluded that their love would prevail over James’s weakness for cheap women

I wouldn’t have been surprised if Jules had written the article herself, it was so biased towards her ItSaint I’d met the woman, if only briefly She was no Saint

One site calledto trap James with a baby I couldn’t believe all of the lies that could be concocted from a few short minutes worth of unsolicited photos, and all of a wo, and sickening

One site resorted to drawing giant penises all over ave the best head’, and that was the only reason Ja-time lover’s wrath Supposedly several of the site’s sources knew it first-hand The lies made h-priced flight attendant prostitution ring, and that James obviously needed to ask for his money back

I was almost flattered for a moment as I read the headline of one article It claimed I was a ‘Swedish Bikini Model’ That sounded complimentary Until I scrolled to the bottom of the article, which had a link it clai me I didn’t bother to click on it I knew for a fact that it wasn’t me, and I didn’t want to see what it actually was

Another said I was a cocktail waitress, and yet another said that I was a stripper with the stage name ‘Glory Hole’ The slurs went on and on, and I felt hury, and heartsick

This was the price I had to pay for one week of pleasure? I thought in disgust I was going celibate for the rest ofjust as upset that Jaht as I was by all of the horrible lies being spread about otit on after days in the off position I went straight to Stephan’s naes and calls that I had missed I’d missed one froo

Stephan: Buttercup, I’ll be ho up lunch now We need to talk Please don’t look at anything online until I get there

I snorted He should have known better If I hadn’t already looked, his odd ht to

That was quick, I thought, as I strode directly to the door

I wondered why he didn’t just let himself in He was rarely so formal He even had h me I couldn’t place why Cautiously, I checked the peephole It was covered

By a hand, I thought Itthe door open, ready to chew Stephan a new one "You know better than to mess with me like that, Stephan It’s a e hand seizedhtened I blinked, trying to focus on the coldly furious face in front ofas the huge blond man picked me up by the throat, and shovedthud

I clawed at the giant hand that helddoll It had no effect My throat burned, and the impact with the wall had knocked the wind out of ripped hts It was an old familiar pattern for me, when this e, held rasp The question circled my brain like a persistent cancer Would he kill me this time? He always threatened to Ever since I had stood, not more than four feet away, and watched in horror as he pushed the gun er I had watched in helpless horror as his finger covered hers on that trigger, and pulled so slowly

Blood had splattered all three of us, but he hadn’t seemed to notice

At the lish, and I couldn’t for the life of me understand it I had never been fluent in Swedish, but I’d had to understand it as a child, sinceit at home But, either fro me I tried to speak, to tell hi off my ability to speak

His hand relaxed on asped, then grunted and whimpered as his fist made hard contact with my ribs I sobbed in another breath, still desperate for air

He spoke again This tilish "Don’t get the idea that a rich boyfriend will keep you safe fro to the police, I will still kill you Do you understand?"

I couldn’t speak, but I tried God, did I try Finally, I just nodded, but it wasn’t enough One of those ain I started to cruh to keep ht

"Look at etting a good look at hih ed twenty He was even heavier now, his face dissipated with the signs of a life lived in excess He was a drunk, a sambler, a murderer, and God only knehat else It had all taken it’s toll on his once handsome face