Slam the door on his face

I slammed the door on his face.

The audacity!

I turned the keys, and bolted the latches making sure the door was well locked and secured.

When I returned to my living room, I was fuming.

In fact, it was more than just fuming, I was heaving with anger.

What? He couldn’t even come up with an apology first?

Not even a word of explanation for what he did to me? But what? Manipulation? Showing me a piece of paper and telling me we were still married.

How could he show up like that? Not even remorseful?

Huh! I scoffed, plonking onto the seat.

I should’ve known, I was asking for too much from Willis.

I picked up my phone, wanting to call him, but I paused.

Willis had chosen his side. He had clearly chosen Arlo’s side despite the betrayal.

A betrayal that was more hurtful than what Damian did to me.

My eyes flickered to the ring on the table and my emotions rushed back in.

I allowed myself to be fooled by Arlo. Never again.

And I definitely didn’t need his ring lying around my house