Chapter 1
There are three things you can do with a man.
Fuck him.
Marry him.
Kill him.
If you ask me, the game needs a fourth option: forgive him until you hate yourself for it.
I was very good at that one.
I forgave Evan for things I wouldn't have forgiven anyone else. Things I couldn't explain to people without watching their faces turn to judgement. Things that should have been the end of a story, except somehow, with him, they always became the beginning of another chapter.
Years passed. I got married. Built a life with a new man. Learned how to exist in a world where Evan's name didn't have to mean anything to me.
Then, one day, I texted him.
I wish I could tell you I had a good reason. That I needed closure, or that I had something important to say, or that I'd finally figured out how to forgive him without leaving a piece of myself behind.
The truth was much more embarrassing.
I wanted to know if he was okay even though I was the victim. I was the one who had been hurt.
He answered me like I was a stranger who'd inconvenienced him. And just like that, I remembered why I left his ass.
