In Love With My Bully
“I’ll never leave you again… I promise… Just open the door, Nicola. We can fix this.”
“I. DON’T. LIVE. THERE,” I enunciated each word clearly, hoping it would get through his alcohol-fogged brain. “You need to leave. Go home, Finn.”
But he wasn’t listening. He kept rambling on about how much he missed me, how he had made a terrible mistake, how he was ready to do whatever it took to win me back. It was like he was in his own world, completely oblivious to the fact that I had moved on. I was married now, to someone else, and my life with Finn was a closed chapter—a chapter I had no interest in reopening.