Chapter 83

Alexi doesn’t wait for me to respond; he turns and walks towards Joanne and takes her by the arm without looking back, and possessively tugs her away with him towards the main entrance. His new squeeze and plaything has no idea what is coming her way.

“Alexi… how can you say that to me?” I call after him in one last-ditch attempt to appeal to that softness somewhere inside of him. I don’t want to believe it was all an act. My crushing heart cannot accept it. It hurts too much.

“Because it’s true. Stop overvaluing your worth to me. You’re nothing but a whore.” It’s like being shot in the heart at close range, calling me that… labelling me like that again. He knows how to wound with very few words. I break down and fall to the floor, my face eating the carpet, but I don’t care.

All those years, I endured so much. I held myself together through the worst kind of abuse and depravity. I survived violence and broken bones more than once at the hands of people who were su