My Best Friend's Camera Trap - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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She lay naked against me, disturbingly calm. "Jasmine, you have no idea how much I've envied you since college."
"Your perfect little life - the privileged upbringing, the picture-perfect family."
"I was jealous of your educated parents, even the damn province you were born in."
"Do you know what I went through in school just to sit in the same lecture halls as you?"
"With your grades, you wouldn't have gotten into a community college where I'm from. But because of who your family was, who you were - everyone just handed you the golden ticket."
"I'm just as attractive as you. My personality's just as good. I worked my ass off ten times harder."
"And what do I get? A broke personal trainer boyfriend."
"While you landed a trust fund prince who adores you, puts up with your shit - who actually gets you!"
"Why would someone like him ever choose someone like you?"
"Why does everything good just land in your lap without you even trying?"
"And now, after everything I've done—"
"You're still rubbing it in my face? Talking about how your husband's going to apologize? Seriously?"
"My life is already over."
"No matter what I do, I'll never have what you have."
"So my only option is to drag you down with me."
"Don't bother fighting - even if you bite my hand to pieces, I'm not letting go. If the cops show up? Perfect. Let them see their golden girl surrounded by these scumbags—"
Epilogue
Turns out, I really was the golden girl after all.
At the last possible second, one of the guys turned on Derek.
Word was he'd just come for paid sex.
But when it turned into some rape conspiracy? He wanted no part of it.
Not only did he bail—
He physically blocked the others from touching me, terrified of getting dragged into felony charges.
During the scuffle, a neighbor pounded on the door. The guy started shouting protests that froze everyone else.
Then the cops burst in.
They rounded up every last one. My husband crushed me in his arms so tight I could barely breathe.
That always-composed man completely fell apart when he saw me. Kept sobbing about how scared he'd been, how he'd imagined the worst.
He swore it didn't matter what happened - he'd love me unconditionally. We could relocate, rebuild our lives anywhere.
I was still in shock.
The police hadn't even told him I hadn't been violated yet.
And there he was, pouring out his heart all over again.
"Your perfect little life - the privileged upbringing, the picture-perfect family."
"I was jealous of your educated parents, even the damn province you were born in."
"Do you know what I went through in school just to sit in the same lecture halls as you?"
"With your grades, you wouldn't have gotten into a community college where I'm from. But because of who your family was, who you were - everyone just handed you the golden ticket."
"I'm just as attractive as you. My personality's just as good. I worked my ass off ten times harder."
"And what do I get? A broke personal trainer boyfriend."
"While you landed a trust fund prince who adores you, puts up with your shit - who actually gets you!"
"Why would someone like him ever choose someone like you?"
"Why does everything good just land in your lap without you even trying?"
"And now, after everything I've done—"
"You're still rubbing it in my face? Talking about how your husband's going to apologize? Seriously?"
"My life is already over."
"No matter what I do, I'll never have what you have."
"So my only option is to drag you down with me."
"Don't bother fighting - even if you bite my hand to pieces, I'm not letting go. If the cops show up? Perfect. Let them see their golden girl surrounded by these scumbags—"
Epilogue
Turns out, I really was the golden girl after all.
At the last possible second, one of the guys turned on Derek.
Word was he'd just come for paid sex.
But when it turned into some rape conspiracy? He wanted no part of it.
Not only did he bail—
He physically blocked the others from touching me, terrified of getting dragged into felony charges.
During the scuffle, a neighbor pounded on the door. The guy started shouting protests that froze everyone else.
Then the cops burst in.
They rounded up every last one. My husband crushed me in his arms so tight I could barely breathe.
That always-composed man completely fell apart when he saw me. Kept sobbing about how scared he'd been, how he'd imagined the worst.
He swore it didn't matter what happened - he'd love me unconditionally. We could relocate, rebuild our lives anywhere.
I was still in shock.
The police hadn't even told him I hadn't been violated yet.
And there he was, pouring out his heart all over again.
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