I can’t help the bitter taste that consumes me and the internal anger that quickly comes out of me. I shake my head and do to him what he did to me when I put myself out there and tried to tell him how I felt, fuelled with complete abhorrence at his pitiful attempts. I applaud his efforts, clapping my hands softly and sending a fake smile.

‘Well done. I almost believed you for a moment. Then I remembered that you’re incapable of remorse or guilt, and I don’t care about your ...