rp. Liam didn't deny it. He just shifted uncomfortably in his s

other's first love in high school. It's kind of a romantic story, i

identical to the one Liam had given me on our first anniversary, the one he

I couldn't sit there and listen to this.

and shot out and grabbed my wrist.

sweet tone failing to mask the steel

I said through

Sarah saw her opportunity. With a small, theatrical gasp, she lurched sideways, bumping into the wait

ed wail of pain and fear. The

ted crying, pointing a

with fake horror. "She was angry and she pushed

on. I stood frozen, unable to believe what was happening. She had orchest

n't even look at me. He went straight to S

her, his voice full of a conc

me, his face a m

ed, his voice low but carrying in the sudden sile

d, my voice shaking. "She did

s presence menacing. "You're making a scene. You hurt a child because yo

rents, who were glaring at me with hatred. In that moment, I understood everything. There was no "us" to save. There was no mis

, my voice q

igging into the bruise from the car accident. He started to pull me

the pain in my heart was a vast, cold emptiness. This was Liam. This was the man I had loved for five years. A man who would publicly humi

grasp. The movement was so su

ger, the cowardice behind his cruelty. He wasn't a monster. He was just a pathetic, small

all emotion. "I am sorry. I'm sorry I eve

leaving him standing there with his lies