He whispered in my ear. Three simple words halted all rational thought... Patrick:
Women naturally circle the flame of wealth and power, and mine is brighter than most. Does she love me, does she not? There's no way to know. They're all faking something.
When I stopped to help her, Liz mistook me for a carpenter. Maybe this time I'll know. She resisted me, but it was pointless. I was determined to make her mine. Everything was perfect. Until the day she left.