But I waited all night in the freezing cold, nearly passing out from the chill, before he finally arrived, hours late. His excuse? He’d been busy entertaining clients.
So, he always knew the kind of pain and humiliation I endured–he just chose to ignore it.
Unlike Anne, I didn’t constantly voice my hurt. And now, only after losing me, did he realize my worth.
I looked at him with disdain. “I’m hosting a party. Stop blocking the entrance. If you want to kneel, go somewhere I can’t see you.”
Through the open door, he could see the warm glow of the lights inside as I smiled, greeting each of my colleagues and handing out freshly baked cookies I had made.
That warmth used to be his alone.
But now?
He glanced down at himself and realized he looked like a rat in the gutter, peering in at a Hife he no longer had.
All his efforts led to nothing but humiliation. There was nothing left for him to take.
