Love’s Execution
Language: en
Three years after we broke up, Roger sued me. He wanted every dollar he’d ever spent on me during our relationship returned. He wasn't broke; his new wife was just bored, and I was her new plaything. He knew my body was failing me. He knew I hadn’t slept without medication since my parents died in a car crash, that a thick fog of depression had settled over my life. He knew I’d tried to end it all once, waking up in a hospital bed with doctors whispering that I might not make it. And he did it anyway. In the courtroom, I looked at his face, so familiar yet so alien. I had known him for…