Miller's gaze flickered between me and Derek.
Rain dripped off his chin.
He was struggling to suppress some intense emotion, his chest heaving violently.
"Who is he?" He pointed at Derek, his voice choked with rage and resentment.
"Sarah, how long have you been gone? Couldn't wait to find a replacement?"
Even now, he still thought I was the one who had betrayed our relationship. His pathetic ego wouldn't let him admit that he was a total failure.
I paused in my movements. I wasn't angry; I just found it laughable. Watching him look so hysterical and wronged, countless scenes from the past five years flashed through my mind.
Every time we fought, he would perfectly pin the blame on me. If I broke a cup, I was "clumsy." If he forgot documents, I was to blame for "not checking." In his
