Their wedding was incredibly romantic. Just the two of them and the Minister on a deserted beach. But Victoria can't let go of the images of all those other women. She can see it in her mind, feel it through her whole body. How every day at lunchtime, he would pick up another woman and take her back to his hotel suite that he kept for just that purpose and fuck them. "They had nothing to do with you," he tells her. "It was just the moment." "That's really sad, Jack" she answers. "I bet you didn't even ask them their names."
