- 8.
Liam looked at me, disbelief in his eyes.
He reached out, like he wanted to touch the
scars.
But he pulled back, his hand shaking.
“No, that’s not how it was.
“When you were little, you’d cry for three days if you got a paper cut. How could
you…”
How could I go through so much, suffer so
much, and not say a word?
I clenched my fists.
That month changed me.
Back then, my parents loved me. I was a
spoiled little rich girl.
Even after they died, their love gave me the
strength to be wild and free.
I never thought…
I never thought it could all be taken away.
That loving the wrong person would send me
to hell.
“Emily, I’ll look into this. I’ll get to the bottom
of it.
I laughed.
“What if Jessica was behind it all? What
would you do?”
Liam’s eyes went from hard to uncertain.
He looked away.
“She wouldn’t do that.”
“She’s been with me since college. I know
her.”
I wanted to say…
I’ve known Liam since I was in diapers.
We grew up together, spent our lives side-
by–side.
We were supposed to be married for better or
worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in
health, for all time.
But it didn’t matter.
He didn’t believe me.
He let go of my hand when I needed him
most.
Love is obvious.
And I wasn’t begging for his love anymore.
“Liam, sign the divorce papers.”
“I don’t need your help. I can take care of
myself.”
“I just want you to stay away from me. After
that month, all you bring is pain.”
Liam destroyed everything we had.
He destroyed my love for him.
Liam started to say something, but I didn’t
want to see his face anymore.
I slammed the door.
My strength was gone.
I leaned against the door, tears streaming
down my face.
My clothes were soaked in sweat.
I bit my hand, trying not to cry, telling
myself…
“It’s over.”
I survived the worst. I can survive anything.
