Christine stood paralyzed, her husband was mad. His anger flared through out the room, he was no longer a childhood friend.
He grabbed her throwing her onto a small sitting chair, his eyes seemed dull as they darted suspiciously around the room to make sure no one was there.
"You may think I've gone quite mad," He breathed
The woman sat there shaking her head, afraid if she didn't agree.
"You are the mad one, Christine." he said again staring at her coldly.
Was he really the same man back when she preformed? the man who had come to her aid when she stolen away? the man who once spoke of warm words and not words filled of envy? She didn't know, it was a nightmare after all.
"I didn't do anything, Raoul." She snapped showing him that she was also not in a friendly manor.
"Curses! all lies,"
"I speak the truth,"
"How can I be so sure? with all other lies you have told me."
"He wanted me to come back to you."
Raoul's face softened as Christine buried her face into her hands.
"Still I do not believe in you," he said curtly making Christine's blood stiffen.
"That damn phantom is nothing but something for display,"
still rambling on Raoul thrust a small parcel of paper in front of her.
He saw Chrsitines wide eyed expression, a blood red waxen seal was imprinted on the back of the letter.
"Oh yes, I knew where you lay, The phantom my dear wife,"
"I also plucked a single rose from behind your ear."
"One that had a black ribbon around it."
The door slammed, a woman knelt on the ground trying to restrain her cries. Christine's dress was a swamp around her as it was sprawled out out recklessly.
She ignored the constant banging of maids at the door trying to comfort her with soft spoken words. She could recall, her husband fished out any information from her. Now she was limp on the ground from wen he smacked her across the face, until she confessed the phantom's whereabouts.
He had set off, yet to try to murder the Opera ghost. As he had said it himself, grinning with pride to see Christine's face go pure white as she collapsed to the ground begging for forgiveness. He didn't restrain, he felt much pride as she saw him clean off his sword blade and ready his gun.
The phantom was indeed no fool.