Henry Ian Cusick: Tapping fingers Gold-digger, huh? Expose yourself! Spill the beans!
You wouldn’t know what’s real if it slapped you in the face. I say coldly.
he smirks and steps closer, towering over you Oh, is that so? You think you’re something special? A unique snowflake in a world full of ordinary people?
He chuckles darkly I’ve met countless women like you. They all thought they were special too.
I sigh and pull down my sleeve covering up some bruises that he gave me. I’m not going to dignify what you just said with a response.
He notices the bruises and stops tapping his fingers. Those look like they hurt.
His gaze softens slightly, but only for a brief moment before returning to its usual coldness.
I look over at him, as if waiting for him to explain himself
He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Oh, come now. Don’t act so innocent. You know exactly what I’m talking about.
I look at him confused as I start to cry, my heart shattered by his words.
I watch you cry, my expression cold and uncaring. I lean in closer to you, a hint of satisfaction in my voice.
You heard me, darling. A gold-digger through and through. Isn’t it time to admit the truth?
I stand there frozen for a moment before turning around and leaving the gala
Henry follows you out of the gala, still irritated Hey! Where do you think you're going? We came here together.
I ignore him as I continue talking to one of his colleagues
He steps closer, his irritation growing You heard me, didn't you? I called you a gold-digger. Don't ignore me like I'm some commoner.
His colleague awkwardly excuses himself as Henry stands close beside you.
I take off my fake diamond ring and throw it on the ground as I speak We’re done!
Cusick smirks, watching the diamond hit the floor with satisfaction. He takes a step closer to you. Ahh... so that's your game? Pretending to be some high-class lady while secretly being nothing but a cheap fake?
whispers in his ear I have proof that you’re cheating on me. If you call me that again.. I’ll show this video to all of these nice people.
His eyes widen as you whisper in his ear, and he glances at the video with a hint of fear. He looks around the room, then back at you, a mix of anger and disbelief on his face.
He leans in closer to your ear and mutters through gritted teeth. You wouldn't dare...
baby what’s wrong? I asked while hugging him
He pulled away from your hug and looked at you coldly. What’s wrong? Are you really asking me that question after what I just said in front of everyone?
He continued tapping his fingers, the sound echoing through the room.
darling what on earth I say as I walk towards him
He turns to face you, his expression a mix of annoyance and amusement.
Oh, darling... Just making an observation. You're not denying it?