Chapter 6

The photos showed Sophia in seductive lingerie, her flawless skin and perfect figure fully exposed to the camera. Some shots even appeared accidental, as if she hadn’t noticed being photographed.

My eyes widened in shock.

My husband cleared his throat awkwardly beside me. "I was stunned too when I first saw them. But there’s more. Do you want to keep looking?"

I nodded. With a few taps from him, the screen switched to a paywall—one dollar for access.

The page refreshed, revealing rows of video thumbnails. Each clip offered a three-second preview, showcasing Sophia in various outfits and settings—on a bed, in a living room, deep in the woods, even in a high-slit cheongsam. Though her face was blurred, anyone who knew her would recognize her instantly.

Unlocking the full videos cost 88 dollars.

My breath hitched as I scrolled through the endless list. At the very bottom, an option read: Customize Your Experience—198 dollars for specific locations, outfits, or camera angles. Choices included rooftops, dressing rooms…

For a moment, my mind went blank before clarity struck. Does Sophia know about these?

The videos were all blurred, hiding her expressions. Most seemed secretly recorded. If Derek had uploaded these without her consent… I grabbed my phone to call the police.

My husband stopped me. "Wait."

I turned to him, confused. He hesitated before speaking. "I think… she might be doing this willingly. This page doesn’t just sell videos. There’s also lingerie, stockings… used ones. If Derek’s been running this for a while, there’s no way she doesn’t know."

A cold weight settled in my chest.

If it’s true… does she realize what she’s involved in?

My husband sighed. "That’s why I want you to come home. Staying with them isn’t safe. Honestly, after seeing this, I don’t even want you near her anymore. There’s something seriously wrong with both of them."

I stayed silent.

Sophia had been my closest friend since college. How could she have changed like this?

The room was dead quiet.

My husband waited for my response. My thoughts drifted to last night—Sophia’s insistence that he loves me.

What if she’s being manipulated? What if she thinks this is love?

The justification formed in my mind. I couldn’t abandon her to this.

I scrolled to the latest comment, posted two days ago:

"Is the girlfriend available for rent? Name your price."

Below, Derek’s reply: [DM me.]