“Do not bring Scarlett into this conversation.”
It had always been about Scarlett.
I removed the silver necklace he had given me on our first anniversary and slipped it through the mail slot.
“Just leave, Brendan,” I said quietly.
“You are going to deeply regret this decision, Chloe!” he threatened before walking away.
My parents arrived early the next morning to help load my boxes into their truck.
My father immediately noticed the bruise on my arm.
“Did Brendan cause that?” he asked softly, his eyes filled with worry.
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