“I was big,” I said calmly. “And I was still too good for you.”
He froze.
“You didn’t leave because I was unlovable,” I said. “You left because you’re shallow and you wanted a trophy. Maren didn’t ruin your life. She just played your game better.”
“Because I don’t need you to love me after.”
“You can’t talk to me like this,” he said.
“I can,” I said. “Because I don’t need you to love me after.”
I slid the chain off the door.
Hope flashed across his face.
I opened it just enough to meet his eyes.
“Don’t be like this.”
“I deserve better,” I said. “And the best part? I finally believe that.”
Then I closed the door.
Locked it.
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