Abigail didn't respond. She only nodded slightly, eyes still fixed on Rebecca with suspicion, yet eager to finally understand what this was all about.
Rebecca leaned forward this time, placing her elbows gently on the table, her fingers intertwined in front of her lips. She spoke slowly, each word deliberately measured. "Now that you really want to listen, I'm going to tell you."
Abigail's heartbeat picked up slightly.
Rebecca's gaze didn't waver as she continued, "I know you're curious about me. I know you've been trying to understand why Jerry treats me the way he does. I know you want to know what really exists between Jerry and me."
Abigail's face remained neutral, but her thoughts were anything but. Her stomach tightened.
Rebecca's voice was steady, cool, and sharp. "So I'm going to tell you."
At that moment, Rebecca exhaled slowly, gathering herself before she finally began to speak in a calm yet resolute tone.
