Chapter 89: Who’s The Mistress?
A person’s memory was an amazing thing.
The longer time passed without interacting with someone, the more your brain builds up a whole storyline that never existed. For example, in his past life, when Brittney had been gone for weeks or months, all Dante could think about was how perfect she was and how much he loved her.
He fixated on her gestures and expressions until the persona she displayed became the only thing he could remember.
The times that she had slipped up were few and far in between, so Dante was able to explain those instances away. She had a hard day at work...she didn’t get enough sleep the night before... he wasn’t spoiling her enough.
Dante’s mind had made him so blind that he couldn’t see what was in front of him until moments before his death.
In this life, all he could think about was her flaws, her blood thirsty nature that seemed to be more of a beast than a human. He became obsessed with countering every plan HE thought she could come up with that she was the ultimate Boss Battle in his life.
And yet, they hadn’t been in the same room for more than 20 minutes, and all the masks she had previously worn completely disappeared.
Brittney wasn’t this great villain he had built her up to be. She wasn’t some sort of mastermind that no one could defeat. She was nothing more than a human... and like all humans, she was ruled by her emotions.
"I assure you," purred Dante, the smirk on his face carefully calculated. "Hattie isn’t a child."