Too Late, Vicky: You Can't Buy Me Now

was their personal punching bag, their all-hours errand boy, enduring midnight downpours and "accidental" broke

e wasn't clean. At a lavish party, a humiliating video of my lowest point was intentionally broadcast. Then, in a final, brutal act,

wl away like forgotten trash. She sped off to urgent care with him, oblivious to the security footage that

arity. No more silent endurance, no more desperate hope. My purpose was truly fulfilled. How

; I ripped open her flawless facade, exposing the years of abuse and her hollow attempts to buy me back.