For years, I had been deceived, believing in a love that, for him, was never meant to last.
When we met again, he picked me up from work like nothing had changed.
“Kimberly, I’ll come over to your place tonight,” he said, his voice casual, as if we hadn’t just been torn apart by his hidden life.
Slap! My hand struck his face, the sound ringing sharply in the air.
He stepped closer, forcing me back against the car, his gaze locked on my collarbone. With a smirk, he taunted, "You took your clothes off yourself."
I shoved him away and raised my hand to strike again, but he caught it mid-air.
"Kimberly Cox, have you caused enough trouble?"
How could he ask me that? The man who once treated me like a treasure now dared to question my actions after abandoning me for another woman?
How had our eight-year relationship devolved into nothing more than a one-sided fantasy? In his eyes, I was just a secret lover, hidden away and never meant to be seen by the world.
My anger boiled over, and I bit my lip before spitting at him. "Dave, you're disgusting."