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“I literally can’t believe what I’m hearing right now.”

“Were you the one who sent the photos? No. Were you the one who tried to ruin my life? Not directly. But you’re not taking a single bit of accountability here. You’re throwing the facts at me like you’re doing me a fucking favor and washing your hands of this mess. Well, guess what. You don’t deserve to walk away innocently; you don’t get the fucking medal of honor for reaching out to me.”

Something was tearing through my chest, and I couldn’t stop it. This wasn’t a PMS beast that reared its claws every month. This was years of frustration that had peaked since I’d moved to LA, and I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“You’re a jealous brat—that’s what you are. I’ve done nothing but support you, to the point where I even came to work for you. And the moment I got even the tiniest bit of attention, you lost your mind. If you were secure, if you weren’t dripping in self-doubt, then you would have realized I was never trying to hurt yo