And that’s when I knew. I knew I wasn’t going to walk away quietly. I wasn’t going to storm out and cry in a bathroom again. I wasn’t going to let this be another memory that haunted me in silence.
I was going to humiliate him. In front of everyone. In front of God. In front of every single person who ever looked at me and thought I was weak.
Without hesitation, I stepped forward. My heels clacked against the floor like they were sounding a warning. My dress — the black one that barely covered my heartbreak — swished against my thighs. My heart pounded in my ears like a war drum, but I didn’t stop.
I walked right up to him, close enough to smell his cologne, that sickening mix of overconfidence and Axe body spray.
“You think you won?” I said, my voice shaking now not from fear but from
