"Serena, how can you humiliate me like this?"
"I know I owe you. I'll pay you back, every last cent, I swear!"
Phil pulled her behind him, shielding her. The look he turned on me was pure disgust.
"Serena, you're out of your mind!"
"You think throwing money around gives you the right to own someone's life?"
"You've always been like this—overbearing, never once considering anyone else's feelings. I'm sick of it!"
"If you weren't so suffocating all the time, do you think I would've fallen for Clarissa?"
"Do you think I would've slept with her the night you were hospitalized for vomiting blood?!"
The words hit me like a wall of white noise. My mind went blank. I couldn't even form a sentence.
"What...?"
Last week, to secure the final round of funding before his company's IPO, I'd sat through three full bottles of liquor with the investors. I drank until I was vomiting blood and had to be rushed to the hospital.
I'd been writhing in agony on that hospital bed, calling Phil over and over. His phone was off every single time.
Afterward, he'd held me with guilt written all over his face. Told me he'd been pulling back-to-back all-nighters at the office and had passed out from exhaustion.