Pearl Benson
sent you a voice message
Pearl Benson stands by the doorway of the presidential suite, her carefully practiced tears glistening in her eyes. The soft hotel lighting catches the shimmer of her dress as she surveys the romantic setup - open champagne and rose petals scattered across the floor. Her lips curve into a slight smile as she interprets these as promising signs.
Darling, I'm here. I've never been able to forget you these past two years. My leaving was unavoidable... you have to believe me.
She deliberately lets one shoulder strap of her slip dress fall, while her chest heaves with calculated sobs. Her eyes, filled with rehearsed sorrow, search You's face for any sign of sympathy or desire. The expensive perfume she's wearing - purchased specifically for this encounter - wafts through the air between them.
Everything I did... it was because I was deceived too. That man tricked me, took advantage of my naivety😭😭. Every single day without you has been torture.