I'm an a**hole. Ask anyone. My staff, the press, my ex-wife. They'd also tell you I'm a playboy, but they'd be wrong about that. I'm so much worse.
Humiliating women, hurting them. That's what gets me off, even though it makes me sick with shame afterward. I broke up my marriage to the only woman I've ever loved because she deserved so much better than all the filthy things I wanted to say and do to her.
But it turns out when I get access to a world where I can get what I want without drowning in guilt when it's over, I find my wife already there. Not only do I get schooled in the fact that it's not what I want that's bad, only how I've been going about getting it, but I also get a second shot with the love of my life. I'd do anything to get Pressly back; I'm just not sure anything I can offer will ever be enough.