What Her Future Wrote Back
"You're the one I chose to marry. You're going to be the mother of my kids. How can you throw all of that away because I couldn't keep it in my pants one time?"
Listening to this twisted logic, I laughed—not because it was funny, but because it was so absurd it circled back to hilarious.
So in a cheater's universe, infidelity could be dressed up as "feeling sorry for someone." Physical betrayal could be completely detached from any emotional truth.
He wanted me up on a pedestal as the perfect wife, while he rolled around in the mud with my best friend.
"Liam, you make me sick." I kicked him away, snatched the roses off the floor, and hurled them straight into his face.