Norman’s smile collapsed. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not. And I’ve already started divorce proceedings.”
Then his phone buzzed. Norman checked it, then went pale.
“They fired me,” he whispered.
That took me by surprise.
“They said I was a bad employee who wasn’t making the company money but losing it,” he added, as if talking to himself.
“They fired me,” he whispered.
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“Your parents didn’t appreciate what you tried to do.”
Norman sank into a chair. “You ruined me.”
I shook my head. “No. You did that yourself.”
I left that night with a suitcase and my dignity intact.
I realized that Norman didn’t just lose control of me.
He lost control of the version of himself he’d been hiding behind.
I left that night with a suitcase and my dignity intact.
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