He Called Me “Street Garbage” at the Country Club. He Didn’t Know What Burns Down Empires.

me like I might vanish.

“This isn’t your fault,” I murmured. “You don’t own his cruelty.”

“I’ll talk to him,” Quinn insisted, voice breaking. “I’ll make him apologize. He can’t—”

“No,” I said softly but firmly.

He pulled back, blinking. “No?”

“No more apologizing for him,” I said. “No more making excuses. He said what he’s been thinking for a year. At least continue reading …