“Why are you doing this?” I plead brokenly, willing him to stop torturing me and release me so I can go back home.

“Because I need to know, I need to hear you say you don’t love me anymore, in any way. I can’t risk missing even the tiniest hint of hope that I can get you back.” His moisture-filled, almost green eyes penetrate mine with so much fear that it almost kills me.

“You’re an asshole. You don’t deserve my love.” These are the only things I can say as ...