But she wasn’t done. “You had it good, Frank. If you’d just kept your head down and behaved like Steven—obedient, loyal, appreciative—none of this would’ve happened. I fed you. I clothed you. And this is how you repay me?”
Her words hit me like ice water. For a moment, I couldn’t process what I was hearing. This wasn’t the Margot I thought I knew.
She was unrecognizable. This wasn’t the woman who once stood for love and integrity. The Margot I had fallen for had been a firebrand, someone who raged against injustice. I still vividly remember her smashing a birthday gift from her mother when she discovered her mother had cheated on her father.
She shouted at the top of her lungs, “People who trample on love don’t deserve happiness!”
Back then, I had admired her so much that I fell for her without hesitation. But now? Now, that memory felt like a cruel joke.
I took a steadying breath. “After I clear the air about our relationship, we’re done. I’m not carrying this burden anymore.”
My thumb hovered over the 'Post' button.
Margot’s eyes widened in panic.
“No! You can’t!” she shrieked.
She lunged forward, this time snatching the phone from my hand.