The protective and caring version of him that I fell for had long since vanished. In fact, I couldn’t even remember the last time he’d shown me any kindness after we were married.
It was clear that Allison had played a significant role in changing him, but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he started to despise me so thoroughly.
After Michael’s harsh command, Allison finally slapped me across the face. The force of it made my head spin, and I ended up trying to steady myself with my hands on the floor.
But before I could even react, I heard Allison’s sobs.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she choked out, “I… I slapped my best friend. What kind of person am I?” She buried her face in her hands, and Michael rushed over to comfort her, wrapping her in a hug.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry. You’re too softhearted. It’s okay,” he said soothingly.
I stared in disbelief. I had learned the hard way how two-faced Allison could be, but this act of hers was something else entirely.
She had just slapped me, and now she was putting on a performance, crying and playing the victim. It was a new low, even for her.