Our Destructive Game Ends With Her
The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin.
"Happy now?"
Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind.
It's the first time he's ever backed down.
I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost.
During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us.
In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose.
That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac