“I’m in love!” he shouted, the raw pain in his voice momentarily eclipsing the anger. “Or I was! And you betrayed that! You walked into the lion’s den and threw me to the wolves. But you don’t get to do that, Millicent. You don’t get to destroy me and just walk away.”
He advanced on me, and for the first time, I felt a flicker of physical fear. This wasn’t the Pascal I knew. This was a stranger forged in bitterness and obsession.
“I’m going to deal with you,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, venomous whisper. “I’m going to deal with you in a way you wouldn’t expect. You want to play in the big leagues? With men who break things? Fine. You’ve made your choice. Now you’ll face the consequences.You think I’m just some soft, corporate Daddy’s boy you can discard? You’ve forgotten who I
