What happens when you trust the Devil...
I've told you the beginning, and it nearly killed me. I told you how I met Jordan-- J-- about how I fell for her, even though I hadn't planned on it.
Now you want to know about him? About Oliver Weston? The guy with the blackest heart of any man I've ever met?
Fine, I'll tell you. It's what I'm paying you for, isn't it? Doesn't mean I have to like it. Doesn't mean I have to spill my guts.
I guess it does.
The middle isn't so hard to talk about. I'll tell you how I defended J's honor, how I went to jail for her, our time in the women's room at the jailhouse-- we'll get to that.
I'll tell you what kind of man Oliver Weston really is... what sort of idiot I truly am.
I loved her.
He knew it.
He used it to blackmail me into one of the worst decisions of my life.
I trusted him.
I trusted the Devil.
And J paid.