He made me feel small, worthless—always threatening to leave me if I didn’t play by his rules. And stupid me, I played right into his hands. I clung to him harder.
That’s probably why he had the nerve to marry Lana right under my nose.
He must’ve thought I was fully ‘tamed.’
I’d never been in love before him. So I thought loving someone meant putting their happiness above everything.
But what I never realized—until now—is that real love isn’t about losing yourself. It’s about being happy, too.
With that thought, I turned to Micah’s mom and smiled politely. “That was then. This is now. And if I don’t get a satisfaction answers, I’m calling the cops on everyone.”
I opened the door and stepped out.
Behind me, Micah’s mom snapped, “Riley, you better think this through. Everyone here saw you playing the homewrecker today. Whether it’s true or not, your reputation’s shot. And when that happens, we won’t agree to it even if you fall to your knees and cry blood begging to get back together and marry Micah.”
I spun around and shot back, “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m already married.”
I bent down to pick up my phone from the ground, ready to call the cops.
But Micah grabbed my wrist.