“Frank! What the hell is your problem? Am I some kind of plague or something?” she snapped. “Stop picking fights over nothing. You’re so—ugh—annoying.”
I stared at her, bitterness twisting my face. My voice was low, but it carried every ounce of my frustration and pain.
“Nothing? You ruined my career. You ruined my life.” My hands clenched into fists. “I can’t even look at my phone without seeing people tearing me apart. I can’t go outside without hearing strangers curse my name.”
I took a shaky breath, my voice breaking. “Margot, is this what you call nothing?”
For a moment, she just stared at me, her lips pressed into a thin line. I rarely spoke to her like this. In the two years we’d been together, I’d always been the one to apologize first after a fight. Every single time.
Afterward, she’d always hold me close, her eyes softening as she whispered,
“Frank, you’re mine. Do you understand? In this lifetime, you can only stay by my side. Only I will tolerate and care for you. Everyone else will just hurt and betray you.”
The irony of those words hit me now like a freight train. The person who promised to protect me had become the one who hurt me the most.