—Mabel—

What kind of person dedicates their life to making someone else's miserable?

I slid out of bed and walked to the dresser. I was still pissed. But the moment I opened the drawer and saw the necklace, everything inside me cracked open.

Maybe all of this would've been bearable if he had been by my side.

My fingers hovered over the jewel, then I picked it up and hid it away in a box in my closet. This way, I wouldn't see it often.

I strode to the bathroom and stripped.

If I could ...