My face feels red and hot again, starting Nathan down. I’m scared, covering myself where the bruise is. When Nathan sees it, his eyes falter but only for a moment and he looks away. “Babe. I love you, please can we talk,” he says, stepping one foot in the door. “No, don’t come any closer,” I say, holding my hand like a stop sign. “Lola, please, babe. I’m begging. I’m fucking sorry,” he says, trying to hand me the flowers. I scoff in disgust at his gesture, even more repulsed by him. Nathan’s never given me flowers, only tears and fake apologies—the perfect picture of empty promises from a horrible excuse of a boyfriend. “Babe, talk to me. I love you,” he says, pleading for me to listen. “Don’t say that,” I glare. “You don’t mean it!” “Yes, I do, Babe. Everything is gone, the pictures and the videos. She means nothing to me. I love you,” he pleads. My eyes widened with shock. Nathan’s apologizing for the affair and not beating me. He’s also saying I love you like it can fix this
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