Before entering the courtroom, he approached me in the hallway.
“We can still work this out between us, Melanie,” he murmured softly. “You can come back to me, we will move into a place on our own, and my mom won’t interfere in our lives anymore.”
I looked at his desperate face in complete surprise.
“After threatening my safety, sending people to harass me, and exposing my innocent parents online, do you still honestly think the only problem was living with your mom?” I asked him.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“No, you do not,” I said. “You simply loved having me safe and controlled inside your house.”
“You are just exaggerating everything out of stubborn pride,” he claimed.
I smiled at him. It was the exact same calm smile I had given him when he threw the dirty rag at me on our first morning.
“My pride was the only thing you failed to tarnish,” I said.
