At home, she treated me like a servant, commanding me endlessly, and taking my compliance for granted. Remembering how I spent years catering to her only to be repaid with betrayal fueled a fiery surge of anger through me.
With a loud "thud," I dropped the veggies onto the floor and declared, "Make your own dinner. I'm not your maid! Besides, staying single beats being like you, juggling three guys and shamelessly mooching off them!"
Olivia quickly covered her phone, her eyes blazing with fury as she spat in a hushed tone, "Megan! What nonsense are you spouting? Are you trying to get me in trouble?!"
I scoffed, dismissing her with a wave, "I'm just stating facts."
Olivia attempted to retort, but her boyfriend's irate voice from the phone cut her off, interrogating her hysterically, "You have other boyfriends?! Olivia, if you're lying to me, it's over..."
Watching her frantically try to smooth things over, I couldn't help but smirk subtly.
This time, I refused to be the fool, running around doing her bidding without gaining anything in return.
As I stepped outside, the bright sun filled me with warmth, the joy of this second chance bringing tears to my eyes.