He Asked Me To Leave The Party Early So His Friends Wouldn’t See Me—So I Did

fair.”

“It’s honest.”

“Is there someone else?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “There is.”

Something hot flashed across his face—jealousy, entitlement. “Already?”

“You don’t get to measure my timeline. You gave up that right when you treated me like a secret.”

“I made mistakes,” he said.

“You made choices,” I corrected.

He stood there, waiting for me to soften. When continue reading …